<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Mars_test.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Lt Colonel Louise Cotter</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Her bedroom</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>A naked security chief</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>shivering violently</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The shower was cold and short. "Navy shower!" I muttered. "I'm air force, damn it, we have decent showers on air bases..." But water was at a premium, and would be for ever, on this world, until we could figure a way to tap the ice aquifer.<br/><br/>It was at that moment that the message from the room next door arrived.<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">"Good morning, is there anything I should know Louise or did they just caught some nice tailwind? Give my best to Laura"</tt><br/><br/>I shrugged and rapidly towelled Laura dry, while she did the same for me.<em>Good morning yourself, Stephan. We have a storm brewing to the North East. It might miss us or it might not, but mother ship doesn't want to risk the shuttle dropping into it. Rather than risk a postponement, I authorised them dropping early. They set the schedule, presumably to have enough time to get back up safely.</em><br/><br/>While I sent this, I kissed Ali passionately, then said "That was from Stephan. I think he fancies you".<em>Just did. She seemed to enjoy it.</em>