<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Major Tom ‘TT’ Theophilus Peters</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b1c5703-1ec6-4951-9974-ee41ec21aa28_zps54ccd4dc.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tom looked up when Karra entered. His heart beat a little bit quicker just seeing her back on her feets. Damn, that had been the most sensational fuck he ever had, but Karra had to pay a big prize for it. But his joy to see Karra immediately got clouded, with her obvious request to join the ambush party. Daring as always, risking her life and not thinking one moment of how he may feel about it. Tom got up and walked over to Karra, placing his hands on her shoulder. He spoke silently, trying to keep the other two from listening.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Karra, you are invited to join the planning and your input is anytime welcome. But <span style="font-weight: bold">I</span> need you here. If the ambush goes wrong we will be just five soldiers and three civilians plus a sedated princess. I can't spare you...and I don't want. I would go crazy here if I have no idea if you are still alive out there..."</span><br/><br/>Tom had emphasized that he wanted Karra at his side. He needed her now like the air to breathe and he would not sit here for two days without any idea how she did. Plus the one gun wouldn't make the big difference. If they got into a firefight with 500 soldiers and mechanized war vehicles they would have no chance. They could just retreat and run...<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Karra, I love you. Don't leave my side please. I know that you want to help, want to risk your life for us, but please consider it only one time from point of view. Please..."</span></div>