<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 licked her lips delicately, tasting the kiss Tania had given her. She followed the woman out, a happiness settled in her chest. However, when she saw Sam watching her with his careful eyes, she felt a little deflated. She didn't change her expression though and continued towards Sarge and the others. She had come up just in time to hear Sarge explain what was going on and felt disturbed by the small number. She said nothing, though, deciding instead to go to where Tom was.<br/><br/>When she began to walk back, Sam had taken the opportunity to step in front of Karra, his voice low.<span style="color: #0080FF">"What the hell happened to your lip?"</span>he asked, his eyes flashing dangerously.<span style="color: #BF0000"> "We crashed in a fucking plane, what else?"</span>Karra snapped back and Sam's jaw twitched.<span style="color: #0080FF"> "Don't lie to me, Karra. You were fine before you went into the cockpit and now you have a split lip--"</span>Sam stopped short, his head pulling back some to observe Karra better. Something was off about her. When he recognized that cloudy look in her eyes he was in shock,<span style="color: #0080FF">"Are you on drugs?"</span>he asked incredulously. Karra rolled her eyes, shoving past him only for him to grab her arm and roughly pull her back.<br/><br/>The sudden forced shift in her movement had caused her lower regions to send pain through her rapid fire, despite the strong medication she was on. She bit back a cry, not wanting anyone to see the exchange between the two of them, but she couldn't keep back the small whimper that escaped her. Sam let her go suddenly,<span style="color: #0080FF">"What the--Karra, are you okay?" </span>Sam asked, worried that such a small action had caused such pain to cross her face. She shoved him away, and this time he took the hint. Karra was clearly not going to talk to him about whatever it was.<span style="color: #BF0000">"It's none of your damn business, okay? I'm fine. Nothing is wrong and you need to leave me alone, okay? This isn't a game--your concern isn't necessary, alright?" </span>Karra growled out, her eyes shifting nervously to see if anyone had noticed the two of them talking. When she felt safe that no one had seen what Sam had done, she continued her original path--to Tom.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Jesus fucking christ..."</span>she muttered under her breath quietly as she approached, her mind still on Sam's actions. He had never been so persistent before but maybe it was because before he hadn't thought something had happened to her. She had no clue what he was getting at with his shit, but she hoped he was done with it now. Last thing she needed was some worried fucking puppy at her heels.<br/><br/>She looked into the room to see Geek and Tammy sitting with a sleeping Princess.<span style="color: #BF0000"> "Out like a light, huh?"</span>Karra asked, slightly jealous the woman could sleep so soundly--then again, if Tammy was there, it was likely the woman had been sedated.<span style="color: #BF0000">"I overheard the plan from Sarge. Ya think five is really going to cut it?"</span>Karra asked, her arms folding in front of her chest as she leaned against the wall. What she had wanted to do was ask Tom to join the ambush crew, but she had a feeling that it wouldn't go over too well. She was trying to think of the ways she could maybe steer him to come up with the decision on his own, but he knew all her tricks. It would be difficult. Sometimes it was best to ask directly,<span style="color: #BF0000">"Maybe I should go with them?"</span>she offered finally.