<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 had not been entirely happy when the Captain had ordered her to check the plane with Sam. He was pissed because she had rejected him, had attacked his pride or whatever was hurt now. And Lana hated it to work with someone who wasn't on her side. She wondered if that was it now with Sam or if he would try it again, give her the chance to learn that he was serious. Somehow she would have liked to be with him and on the other hand she feared it.<br/><br/>When the Captain suddenly appeared outside she frowned. She had seen Sam and her talk earlier and she had not seemed to be happy about the topic they had talked about. And Lana saw that she wasn't happy now either. Checking something on the plane she acted as if she had no interest in the situation but she was all ears.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Johnson, get down here. We need to talk:"</span> Oh, Sam would like that tone, after he had got brushed down already by herself. This could really get interesting and Lana just tried to look even more concentrated in her work.</div>