<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Sergeant Major Peter Wilkinson</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000">“Sarge“</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/332a64bb-3ab5-412e-af3e-fc9a0635c4cc_zps121ef83c.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Sarge understood that she wanted to solve the problem of her own. It was the usual way to solve those kind of problems, but in such a situation and with the emotions running high already - she better solved it quick or it would come back to bite her in the ass.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Ok, Captain. And don't forget about it. You know people have eyes and tongues and one way or another the Major will learn of it and he won't like it. I know that it sucks to admit something like this to the guy you love, but if you don't do it, he may believe that you aren't trusting him. He has already a hard time with your constant wish to prove your standing to him."</span><br/><br/>Sarge put his hand on her arm, squeezing it lightly. The Captain was not one to trust easily, but unfortunately she couldn't get the one without the other. If she wanted to have the trust of Tom, she had to give it back to him. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Johnson is out there with Lana. And Lana isn't someone talkative to others. Why don't you take the chance to have a word with him..."</span></div>