[h3]Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia[/h3]

Harald's eyes were keeping as far as possible from Brenna's lithe, youthful ski- [i]Nope, nope, nope.[/i] He dragged his wandering gaze away again, trying not to break down over her adorable embarrassment. [i]Too many young women in this squad...[/i] Honestly, he could have dealt with a few naked guys. Nothing to see there, just business as usual, but with so many [i]women...[/i] Maybe he could spare some time for a lone run... or a cold shower. [b]'Clothes are over here,'[/b], he replied, tapping the chair next to Brenna's bed. [b]'As for you glasses...'[/b] That took a bit longer, but he eventually found them after rummaging through her armour. Why they hadn't just been put to once side... [b]'Right. Skye, get these two in order please, them meet me downstairs. Might as well get some work done before Carn finishes up.'[/b]

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A few hours and one adhoc cold shower later, Harald stood at the crossroads and marvelled at the engineers' hard work. [b]'Well done lads. Can't hardly see 'em. You've earned a rest, but now that you've finished up, we've gotta be off.'[/b] There was theoretically one more target to hit before he could report the way to Vasel open and it was a good day and a half's drive away. [b]'Squad Four, this is Sergeant Harald. Everyone gather up your kit and return to the APC, we're moving on in ten.'[/b] He closed the radio channel and gave Carn a grateful grin. [b]'I'll drive. You two just get some kip.'[/b]