<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Peter Halvardson</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Viking'</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Peter watched her pacing and he knew that at least he had shaken her foundation. He wouldn't try to convince her some more. She would dig into the facts and she would come to the same conclusion. There was no other. Thirty hours to think over some fucked up situation worked wonders. When she stopped in front of him, he looked into her eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"You know. I'd like to have met you in other circumstances."</span><br/><br/>Peter sighed and his face clouded.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I'd like to never have met you, Alice. One way or the other you will be my death. It doesn't matter that it may be a pleasant death, you will be my death."</span><br/><br/>He turned around and walked into his office. He would give her a glimpse of what he had achieved. Not now, but tomorrow. After their shift and after they had slept. He would show her the studies he had paid for, the drug policy he had installed on his planets, the recovering rate after retirement. It showed that he was right and they were wrong. But would she see it? Would she be open enough to look behind it all? Or would she deny the truth and try to keep her view of the world alive. Him being the bad guy and them being the good guys...<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Why you bloody idiot did you try to convince her and why couldn't you steer clear from her?"</span><br/><br/>He had murmured it to himself. But he expected no answer...</div>