<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00"> Samuel Richard Johnson</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00"> Sergeant Johnson; Sammy</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/h_zps63095123.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">When Sam had heard Ghost offer to teach Lilly how to shoot, he had been about to say no. However he took a moment to think about it. They were in a very hostile environment and Lilly was a liability, a precious liability. But if she knew how shoot, it could help lessen the burden immensely. It worried him, terrified him--but it was necessary. She would need to he able to protect herself if something happened to separate them or if something happened to him. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Thank you,“</span> he said to Ghost. He was glad she had suggested it, or he never would have that of it.</div>