Yes that was the Deal. So long as Lucille behaves and keeps up her studies. When ever the opportunity arises, one or the other would take Lulu for a ride in the Doms. It has become one of her favorite treats. being so high up. "Yup, Daddy always says that our Honor is one of our most important virtues." She chirped happily as she slide down and began running circles around the two girls. Emma giggling as she couldn't remember seeing Lucille so happy.<br/><br/>_______________________________________<br/><br/>"Lt. Samson. Can I have a word with you?" A feminine voice called up. William was waist deep in the shoulder housing of his suit helping the Tech check the bearing for extra wear caused by the loose sands of the desert. "huh? Who's there?" William called, not bothering to pull himself out of the socket. "Alice Miller, Special investigator for Federation Intelligence." She called back from the ground. Alice Miller, she was a very determined investigator that had a knack for rooting out Zeon spies and sympathizers. Her Short blond hair fluttering in the desert wind. Due to the heat, She wore a thin t-shirt and short-shorts that showed off her legs. "Can I come up?" She asked. "If you do, you better have some cold beer, Miss Miller." William's voice called from the Shoulder socket. She grimaced in disapproval as she began ascending the scaffold stairs. "Lt. I have some questions to ask you about the Night Colonel Alexander turned traitor." She said flatly. William peered at her through the socket. "Yeah, what about it?" He said. "I was just wondering where you and your team were during the escape. The Movement logs had your team out in the desert during that time, but not on patrol. Care to explain that?" She said. William growled a bit as he tapped a bearing back into its journal. As he did, he caught a whiff of something, Smoke. Precisely cigarette smoke. It held a hint of mint and something else. It made his mind go hazy. "Miss Miller. Kindly extinguish that cancer stick! There are flammable vapors in here and I am<em>not</em>in the mood to be flambeed today." William said sternly. It was well known safety protocol that Cigarette smoking was forbidden in maintenance areas It was in order to minimize the chances of fire or munitions being set off by accident. "And in answer to your question. My Suit's low light amplification equipment was malfunctioning and I was testing it after it was repaired." He said as took a rag and wiped some grim from around a spindle joint. "Well the Flight recorder of your suit showed that it malfunctioned. In fact all the flight recorders of your team's suits were Blank." Miller stated as she extinguished the cigarette. "Yea, that'll teach the bean counters to go with the lowest bidder." William said. the beam of his flash light flicking around. "Are you being completely up front with me, Lt." She hissed. "Miss Miller, I have to take my Team on a "Walk" In an Hour. I would really like both my Gundam's arms when i do. So unless you have something important to say or your willing to shimmy your ass in here. Your bugging me." William snapped as he leaned up and peered at her. "Its nothing, Lt. You have answered my question." She stated as she turned to leave. As she left, William's gaze focused on a singular piece of her anatomy. "Damn Bitch has a smokin' ass." He mused as he went back to work.