<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Karra knew where the hockey mask was from, but said nothing. She looked at the clothes, examining their size and trying to determine where to cut them. She was just about to call Lilly over to start fitting her, but Sarge had sat across from her. She paused, looking up as she felt his eyes on her. He looked more intense than usual when he spoke.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"I can handle it,"</span>she replied. She didn't really believe that and neither did Sarge if the look he gave her was anything to go by. She gave a sigh,<span style="color: #BF0000"> "I guess you're right, but Major already said that I had to take care of it by myself,"</span>she explained. Granted he had said it while he was irritated with her, most likely. He had told her to make sure she was clear with Sam about the fact that she didn't want him. The Major had told her he wasn't going to compete with Sam, and she hadn't thought there was any competition to be had. She wanted him and despite her professional demeanor in front of their crew, she knew it was likely obvious to everyone that she was in love with Tom. That had pretty much left it all on her to make sure Sam knew she wasn't interested. She had felt she was pretty clear with him. Between her scathing replies and unfriendly interactions, but he persisted. Now he thought she was being abused and no amount of words or proof would alter his mind. He had quite the hero complex after all.<br/><br/>She set down the clothes she had in her hand onto her lap, rubbing her face with a free hand.<span style="color: #BF0000"> "If I had even the slightest idea that this would have ever happened, I guarantee Johnson would have never been a thing in my life..."</span>she muttered. She was starting to feel overwhelmed again and wished she could come up with a solution. Just what exactly was she supposed to do? If Sam was interested, he likely wouldn't quit---and Tom was far more jealous at the idea of someone trying for Tania than he was at the thought of someone attempting a go at Karra. It had been obvious to her that he hardly worried about someone snatching her from him. He had been willing to even step aside and let Sam have a try even though she had made it quite obvious she didn't want Sam. Maybe she was interpreting his words and actions incorrectly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"What am I supposed to say? 'Oh hey, Major...Sam thinks you are an abusive asshole and won't stop harassing me about whatever he thinks is happening...'?"</span>