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Post by 1st Lieutenant Marcus Lassiter on Nov 11, 2011 9:21:34 GMT -5
"I was thinking myself, and 'Spacey'." He smiled. "I know the Colonel only wants one fighter, but I dint' like the idea of any of my pilots going into danger without a 'Wing man' so I'm having Bradley modify two fighters for the task."
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Post by Major Sandra Iverson on Nov 11, 2011 9:40:05 GMT -5
She nodded, "I understand the need for a wing man. I want the modifications tested before you leave, once there you can't say oops." there was a playful expression in her eyes on the oops part. "How long do you think it will take? The prep time and actual mission time."
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Post by 1st Lieutenant Marcus Lassiter on Nov 11, 2011 10:06:06 GMT -5
"The modifications were nearly complete when I left." He smiled at her joke. "We should be ready in an hour."
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Post by 2Lt David Greathouse on Nov 11, 2011 13:05:46 GMT -5
He listens as they speak, then Moon came over the Comm telling all Away Team members to prep and meet in 10 minutes, he looked at Marcus "Spacey gives you trouble you have my permission to spank her" He says with a smile
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Post by Major Sandra Iverson on Nov 12, 2011 11:10:17 GMT -5
She was more then a little miffed at Moon, she would take this up later with him. He better have one hell of a good plan, if he intends to take her Marines. She sighed and remembered he was still new to this promo, and he would realize it would have worked in his favor to, oh knock it off Sandra, he probably figured with David and all, she thought.
"Greathouse, I have no idea what your facing, or how it will be done. So you better be careful down there and keep my Marines safe. I will expect a full report on your return. Your dismissed."
She looked at her comm and saw she had a message from the Doc, she listened to it smiling and breathing a sigh of relief. Davy would be OK was all she thought.
Looking at Marcus, "I suppose you'll get your flight orders too, so the same applies to you. And on a personal note, Davy will be OK. His surgery went well, and I should be able to see him soon."
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Post by 2Lt David Greathouse on Nov 12, 2011 13:51:35 GMT -5
He looks at the Major "I'll be carefull and make sure the XO makes it back" he turns and leaves once out of the office "Jackson Gear Up we got mission" He yells as he preps
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Post by 1st Lieutenant Marcus Lassiter on Nov 13, 2011 16:29:33 GMT -5
Marc waited for Clyde to leave. He knew Sandy better than she even realized. There were several times that her face changed. She was worried. Worried about the mission, worried about her son, and worried about Marc. He locked her office door. He knew formally he had been dismissed, but what that meant to him was that she was no longer in professional mode. He walked up to her without a word and gave her a soft kiss one that was firm, but tender. He brushed her ponytail to the side and began to massage her shoulders. "Lieutenant Lassiter has been dismissed. Now is Ivey ready to have a conversation with Marc?"
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Post by Major Sandra Iverson on Nov 14, 2011 9:57:23 GMT -5
When he kissed her she returned his kiss, then leaned against for a min, before moving back. Smiling, "What would Marc like to know?"
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Post by 1st Lieutenant Marcus Lassiter on Nov 14, 2011 19:36:50 GMT -5
"I would like to know your real bra size." He smiles. "I would like to know the meaning of life, and why speaking Klingon always gives me a sore throat." He continues to rub her shoulders. "But what I want to know from you is how you are really feeling Sandra Iverson. I don't want the Corps line. I want to know where your head is. Especially after this thing just passed with Davey."
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Post by Major Sandra Iverson on Nov 15, 2011 15:52:38 GMT -5
"What can I say Marc, relieved that my son's heart has been repaired and should never give him a problem until old age. Anxious, tired, restless, angry, need to work but wanting to be at Davey's side. Its all jumbled, I'm just so glad I still have my baby boy."
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Post by Major Sandra Iverson on Nov 21, 2011 18:14:40 GMT -5
She looked at him, his mind was a million miles away lost in thought. "Marc, are you alright?"
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