"Here you are..."  Warren finally said, taking another sip of his drink before deciding that his platoon had some actual use for this one.  Warren then looked to Paige and thought of what she'd said earlier, that she was glad he'd made it through.  He then thought of her anger at being called Ma'am and could barely stop himself from grinning as stupidly as Jordan.  He did manage it though.<br/><br/>"Paige, take killer here with you to a place in this tub where you can test fire that toy of his.  I ain't clearing it for combat until someone I trust see's the thing ain't just a waste of fucking time."  He smiled with bile towards them both then knocked down the rest of his drink.  Sighing at the sweet burn from it, he opened his eyes from the pleasure and looked at the two soldiers angrily.  "Dismissed!"  He barked, again hiding a grin as salutes and such were sounded off and the two made there way.  Once out he growled out a laugh and relaxed into his chair.  Yes he should of kept Paige around, and yes he should be diving head first into this paper work.  But a small nap couldn't hurt.<br/><br/>That was when Warren's phone rang and the shit storm began.<br/><br/><em>Lieutenant, this is Citizen Reinfeldt. I’m afraid one of yours, Private Jeffrey Key, is being detained for political contraband.  It appears to be an isolated incident. You’ll receive a more detailed report shortly. If Key is important to the function of your platoon in some way, you can feel free to fill out the PES Fast Track Form—in that case, you can have him back after I make sure he’s properly broken.”</em><br/><br/>Warren slammed the receiver down as the message left in his voice mail ended and spent a good minute cursing every political officer he had ever met.  He picked the phone up again and called the brig.<em>Please don't have run, please don't have run...</em>"Fuck!"  He snarled into the phone, he imagining the poor brig officer recoiling from the sound.  "How bad is he beaten?"  Warren got his report and found the young Private barely had a scratch, he having surrendered rather quickly when realizing how stupid fleeing was.<br/><br/>"Alright...I want you to break his fucking legs and bust his face up so bad his own mother wouldn't recognize him...Yes that is an order!  And if you make it so he has to breath out of a tube without perminate damage that would be good too."  Warren hung up the phone and ran a hand over his face.  Having the boy beaten would give Warren a bit of time to think before the PD's got there claws into him.  Broken legs and busted face were easily fixed these days provided you had the right equipment...And fleet always had the right equipment.  But it wasn't instantaneous.  If Warren was right, Key could be in re-gen pod for at least a few days.  Maybe a week.  Depended really whether or not his bones were just broke a little, or sticking out of his legs.<br/><br/>Sad fact was, there was little Warren could do halt a PD investigation.  He could as the damned fanatic bitch suggested, request a PES, but all that did was ensure his soldier was put at the top of the torture list.  He could also request a hearing on the charge, but that was just a waste of everyone's time and only brought the attention of the PD's to you.  No, the best thing Warren could do for Key, was cripple him for as long as possible, and let the investigation take it's course without interrogation. Then hope for a good verdict that didn't involve a firing squad, air lock, or noose.  All of which were available in the eyes of the Empire when it came to weeding out traitors.<br/><br/><div align="center">***</div><br/>"You're in the wrong profession then sweetheart."  Church said in his own teasing manner, kissing the woman back and taking in the smell of her again.  His hand went further up her leg as she came closer to him, he laughing happily at her comment of the shriek.  His hands stopping themselves from playing with those pefect tits again as they pressed against him.<br/><br/>"The combat doesn't hurt I can tell you that.  Fucking sort of re-enforces that you are alive.  I am sure more than one student has written a shit tone of essay's on the subject, but I never found the time to read them."  He enjyoed the feel of kiss along his neck, the soldier actually leaning back a little and exposing more of his neck.