<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Karra had been hurt by Tom's response, but his kiss soothed the ache he had inflicted. She knew he would always have doubts, would always worry--but still, it was hard to hear him say it out loud.<span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-style: italic">"Go talking with Sam. I want him in line and off your back. You are already a insecure person inside, Karra. Troubles with Sam may just tip you over the edge again,"</span></span>he commanded her, his face unreadable. She gave a small frown, but gave a nod anyway as she slowly stood up. Tom was done speaking, it seemed and there really wasn't anything she could add.<br/><br/>It was time to talk to Sam anyway, she figured. Tom's command just made her actually get to it instead of avoiding it like she normally would have and desperately desired. Talking to Sam was difficult for a variety of reasons, mainly because he never took her word for anything. He would ask what was wrong, she would tell him, and he would try and find some deeper meaning in it or accuse her of hiding or whatever else Sam could think of. Granted he was usually right, but damnit she didn't need to be accused of something like that--even if she was guilty.<br/><br/>Karra's good mood had since vanished and she put the blame solely on Sam. She knew she wasn't being reasonable in that blame, but she really didn't care. She was still rather pissed at him.<br/><br/>The fact that Tom didn't think she could keep her promise hurt more than just a little bit. It bothered her far more than she'd likely ever admit, but just knowing that Tom didn't believe in her stung a lot. He tried to smooth it by saying it was a part of his love---but that's not how it felt to her.<br/><br/>She had, without much emotion showing, gone through the motions of putting on her gear before heading outside to find Sam. Sure enough the man peeked over from the top of the plane, calling out rather quietly to the sniper.<span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic"> "Looks all good over here. Seems the plane didn't---"</span></span>he stopped talking when he saw Karra below him and he gave a frown. She was looking up at him and her face was rather somber.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Johnson, get down here. We need to talk,"</span>she commanded forcefully. Inside she was practically ready to explode, but on the outside she was calm, if not a bit rigid.