<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> Lana Meyer </span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> 'Ghost ' </span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/ef83644e-b81e-4c18-a36f-83c777a6137e_zps8d502a8f.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Lana wondered why Sam was so pissed. Truth hurts and if you did wrong you had to live with it all your life. Lana never knew anything than black or white. It was in her professional attitude. Either she managed to kill with the first shot or she may not be able to deliver a second one. And she had gone through repeated training over and over again until anybody could have called her in the middle of night and yelled a distance and wind reading into her sleepy brain and she would have set the correct values on her sniper rifle. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Sam, if you can't stand critisism and repeated critisism, then you are the strangest soldier I ever met. Whenever you make a mistake in the forces you have to hear about it a thousand times until you die. I didn't ask you to have an on-off relationship with the captain, I didn't ask you to brag that you can't remember other girls when you look at me, I didn't ask you to take drugs in your past. That was all your decisions and if you place yourself in the middle of shit then it stinks. And you have to live with everybody pointing at you. If you can't live with it, then go outside and place a bullet in your head. Really. Because nobody will ever forget about it." </span><br/><br/>Lana's eyes had now a cold, nearly icy look and for the first time the deadly sniper replaced the warm child-loving young woman. Her patience with Sam was running thin. He acted like he did a mistake by telling the truth and getting now reprimanded for it. He should have tried to forget about the truth and lie to her. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Sam and if you think that I am hard now with you for warning you not to repeat your mistakes and if you suddenly feel like telling the truth to me is not the best option - don't even think to lie to me or to hold something back. I can't stand bullshitters and I am very pissed when I learn that someone wasn't faithful or honest with me. If you prefer to live your cozy little life with some sweet lies there, a little exaggeration there and no bad feelings for what you did wrong in the past - if that is your ideal of life, then stay clear of me. Because then you are just that type of guy I don't want to see at my side. <br/>And that has nothing to do with me not being able to understand you. I understand you pretty well and I know that you are not proud for what you did in the past and that you have stayed clear of all the trouble in the recent years. But if you can't see that being caught on this hostile planet is a new situation that may bring out our darker sides and that I have no idea if you managed to stay golden all the time by yourself or because of some friends you had and you don't have now anymore, then I am sorry. I appreciate that your honest, although I request it too, so you had not really any other chance, but your history is not really painting you in the best light. I am willing to give you a chance, but if you prefer to chicken out because it is too much risk for you, then better do it now." </span></div>