[ WP ] `` Hi , my name is Geraldine , I 'll be your soldier . ''

Gerald sighed and reached for the first of many whisky's to come. `` God'', he thought, running a slim, manicured hand through his curly red hair, `` Bloody years of effort! This had better work!'' 
 While he'd had the numbers in the lower house, his bill was now stalled in the clutches of the Law Lords, who, quite unreasonably in Gerald's eyes, had argued against the widening of the powers on clone experimentation. Well, he had one more ace to play. 
 
 Oh, the money it cost. But, this time tomorrow, Gerald reckoned it would be money well spent. While not technically illegal, it certainly was n't in the spirit of which these things are done. He knew it would provoke debate, but that was the whole point of this. 
 
 And so here he was. In Gerald's mind there was only one way to show what he meant. And if that meant provoking Lord Cadogan with such a besmirching of his honour that he could not refuse to demand satisfaction, well, that was the price he'd pay. `` Actually'', Gerald thought, as the whisky warmed his insides, `` I'll not be paying this one!'' Gerald waited for his trump card. Technically it was him, any genetic test would confirm that, except for one small difference. 
 
 She walked through the door with his sabre in her hand. She felt it's heft, swung it experimentally. Once satisfied with the weapon, she brushed her curly red hair out of her eyes and offered a slim, manicured hand to her progenitor. 
 
 `` Hi, my name is Geraldine, I'll be your soldier.''
