"The tart who offered herself now threatens if I try and rape her.  That's rich."  Warren said looking around his desk for a glass.  Not findind one he just grabbed the bottle and took another long pull of drink, it likely not helping the situation.<br/><br/>"But guess I should expact that from a traitor."  Warren said bitterly, somewhere in his mind noting that. that didn't make much sense.  But he didn't care right now.  "Now..." He went to speak but somewhere along the way lost where he was going with it, the drink really now starting to take effect.<br/><br/>"What would you have me do then Tanaka?  Promotion gives you more power to better take care of your patients, and hopefully draws attention away from Key.  Best scenario is he stays in a healing bed a for a weeks and the PD bitches says fuck it.  Or if she doesn't, her investigation takes place in the field, not some room with all her toys are her disposal.  Now if you have another way to keep that things claws outta my soldier tell me.  If not, get ready for the bump up."  He slurred a few of his words, and he wasturning from angry drunk to beaten down drunk.  Mostly he just wanted to get his unit back together and get down on the ground.  Dealing with PD was not how he liked spending a tour.