<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Sergeant Major Peter Wilkinson</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000">“Sarge“</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/332a64bb-3ab5-412e-af3e-fc9a0635c4cc_zps121ef83c.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Sarge had gone to the freight room, returning with a hazmat suit, duct type and a hockey mask. He grinned when he handed the hockey mask to Karra. It was a nice one, red with a lion painted on it. The only question was, why was it in the freight room? <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Lilli will like that one. I have no idea if one of the earlier passengers left it in the plane or why it was in the freight room, but it may be the best chance you have to guard the face of the little one. It will anyway be hell of a trip with her, but this should a least lessen the burden a little."</span><br/><br/>Sarge sat down in the chair opposite of Karra and his eyes watched her curiously. It was obvious that he had some idea what had happened in the cockpit earlier, but if Karra had expected a question or a comment about that, she got surprised when Sarge opened his mouth. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I have seen your discussion with that one, Sam. I guess you two know each other and it is not my affair how you met and how close you have been. I just wonder - are you able to deal with him alone, Karra? Otherwise better tell the Major. He is not really the jealous guy, as far as I would say, but he may react strange if Sam tries to hit on you and he has no idea what is going on. Just my five cents, Captain. But you will be a small group by tomorrow, better try to keep it at peace."</span></div>