<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 wasn't too worried. Whoever the +1 was, he or she couldn't be a much bigger problem than the latina or the professor. Maybe it was the father or the mother and they had to carry her. Leaving the princess meant, he may speak with Karra about her ideas. He stood up and asked Tammy to take his seat.<br/><br/>They slipped through the door and closed it behind. There was a blond man standing in the alley, with his back to them. That must be Sergeant Johnson then.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Sergeant, I heard we may have a problem with a passenger?“</span> <br/><br/>When the young man turned and Tom saw the young kid in his arm, he stopped dead in his tracks. Ok, they had a bigger problem as the latina or as the professor. They definitely had. There was nothing worse than having a small kid on a combat mission...<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Shit....“</span></div>