<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 shook her head. All that situation was leaving a bitter taste at her mouth. This was wrong. All wrong. Not the military, not just Peter. <span style="font-style: italic">The whole thing</span> was fucked up. Nothing really made sense, and Alice really wanted to make some sense out of it. And - she had to admit, if only for herself - Peter was the kind of guy she could have really liked in another situation.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Alice ran her fingers through her hair.<br/><br/>She was really unsure whether or not she could trust Peter's words. But there was something taking hold inside her. Like a tiny seed that needs time to become a mighty tree. Anger. Anger at that whole thing. That was what stood in the root of Alice's intensity, or what Peter called an obsession. Whenever she saw something really wrong being done, Alice felt angry.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"Shut the fuck up"</span>, Alice murmured.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"I need to think, okay?"</span> She shook her head. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Don't bring this up again. Not before we end our shift. I need time."</span> Alice paced back and forth for a while, like a caged lioness. <span style="color: #4040FF">"I need to decide whether or not I believe you. And if I do, what I should do about it."</span><br/><br/>She stopped pacing and walked up to Peter, standing in front of him. <span style="color: #4040FF">"You know. I'd like to have met you in other circumstances."</span></div>