<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;">In any other situation Tom may have missed the small signs in Sergeant Johnson's face, but not today. Not after Karra had ruined his day with her jealousy. The short flicker of exitement in the eyes of the Sergeant had been enough for Tom to know that Karra and the Sergeant had been close at some time. It was really wonderful news. He did not only have a kid now to take care off, he had got the kid with a guy who may find the idea to be with Karra again very appealing. He walked past Karra and his words were so silent that she may have barely heared them. But he knew she had.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"And you are jealous of me getting looked at by a woman..." </span><br/><br/>Tom walked over to the sergeant and stroke the little girl's head.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Not your fault, Sergeant. If anybody would have expected this shit, we would have all been not on board. We have to make the best out of it. What's your name little one?" </span></div>