<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 watched the young girl and her interaction with her brother. He seemed to know exactly how to treat her right. And he seemed to be a nice guy, as far as Lana could tell by now. When the little girl hmphed her brother, she looked at her with a see-what-I-told-you look and just rolled her eyes then. The young girl nodded seriously.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Will you be my fwiend?" </span><br/><br/>Lana just wanted to answer her when the little girl jumped up and then offered her a hairclip.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Wow, for me? As your friend? Thank you! But then I have to give you something too..." </span><br/><br/>Lana rummaged through her bag until she found one of her baseball caps she wore usually in shooting training. She fixed it to the smallest size and then held it out to Lilli.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Then I want my friend to have this one. Wait, let's look how it fits." </span><br/><br/>She put it on the girls head. It was maybe still a little bit too large, but it was ok. But still she frowned as if she was completely unsatisfied. Finally she tapped her head.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Ah, now I know why I looks wrong. Wait, we always carry it that way..." </span><br/><br/>She turned it around with the shield in the back and now Lilli really looked like the sniper version light. Lana gave her a thumbs up and the young girl smiled all over her face.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Do you know what my father taught me when I was six years old like you are now?" </span></div>