<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice laughed along with Peter. Even though their situation there was nothing to laugh about, it felt a little bit better to blow off some steam. With a soft sigh, Alice nodded when Peter said that Bull and Damian - she didn't remember having met this one - had four hundred yards more than they did. <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4040FF">"No, life isn't fair at all"</span></span>, Alice murmured in a somewhat somber intonation.<br/><br/>She nodded when Peter agreed to go back to work, and noticed how he had touched her and then pulled back quickly. She had not been so literal in telling him he could not touch her. But Alice's mind came to the same conclusion that Peter had come to - that he didn't want to risk a simple touch becoming something more, like a feeling up session. Deep down inside, Alice was grateful that he wouldn't keep touching her. Otherwise, she could end up having a hard time controlling herself as well. There was something about Peter that drew her, and she couldn't put her finger on it.<br/><br/>But just like Peter, Alice knew he was the enemy, and that getting too close to him would only get her in trouble. With another sigh, Alice picked her drill back up when they got to their work space and started preparing for the rest of the shift. <br/><br/>Alice worked hard, frustrated with the knowledge that she wasn't making much progress. She could see that she was way behind Peter, and it was annoying to have this knowledge. Still, she worked as hard as she could and allowed Peter to help her adjust when needed.<br/><br/>When the break was called, Alice literally dropped to the ground when she got rid of her drill, taking a few deep breaths. She could feel her muscles burning from the strain, and was probably more tired than she had ever been. Her first answer to Peter's questioning was another groan, and Alice didn't even try to sit up.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4040FF">"You kiddin' me? I'm getting a killer work out and getting paid to do it. Hell, I might even kick the MP to the curb and sign a real contract"</span></span>. It was clear she wasn't  serious, but her next sentence made it clear as well that she was willing to work hard while she was there. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4040FF">"Only bad part is that I couldn't even do half of what you did. I don't want you to think I'm slacking off. I'm just getting the hang of it."</span></span><br/><br/>With another groan, Alice sat up, feeling a slight pain on her ribs. It was like the pain of excessive exercise, just about ten times worse. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4040FF">"I think you're gonna have to drag me to the showers when we're done, but other than that, I'm good."</span></span></div>