Rosie Gullins wandered back into the room, a spring in her step and a smug look on her face. She parked herself back where she had left her kit and giggled a little. She was hurt, humiliated and sexually satisfied, and only the sergeant's intervention had saved her from offering herself to the PD as her personal body slave forever. Hell she might do that anyway, if Reinfeldt still wanted her after Paige got finished. She sat and ate a ration bar, and lay back to sleep and for the first time since the loss of the<em>Roger</em>she didn't have nightmares.<br/><br/>Unfortunately. she didn't get to sleep very long.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">"TEN HUT!"</span></strong>Paige appeared in the doorway of the small galley as if teleported there. "ON YOUR FEET YOU MAGGOTS, YOU, GULLINS, WAKE UP! TANAKA, STOP FUCKING NATTERING. YOU! SERGEANT, ON YER FEET WOMAN, WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY PLATOON?"<br/><br/>She felt better after that, seeing the troops scramble to their feet at the sight of the feared First Sergeant, the one who had retaken the<em> Roger</em>'s bridge, ordered the self destruct and then led her troops to safety in a captured enemy ship. She looked down the ranks, seeing new faces among the familiar. and one missing.<br/><br/>"PRIVATE KEY, FRONT AND CENTRE!" She yelled. But no private Key appeared. "WHERE THE FLYING<em>FUCK</em>IS KEY?" She demanded.