<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 when Peter laughed. She didn't find the situation funny at all. If she was to be honest, it irritated her a little that he was laughing at something so serious. Yet, Alice refrained from showing her irritation in anything but a hardening in the expression of her dark eyes, something so subtle only someone with great powers of observation would have noticed. When Peter started speaking, though, Alice's expression change for an attentive one. She knew it was no part of her mission, but Alice was actually interested in knowing Peter as a person. Maybe it would clarify some of her doubts. Maybe it wouldn't, but she felt like she had to know.<br/><br/>When Peter said he would color her word, Alice frowned. She was used to her own mindset, but he was actually seeing more into it than was  true. She had been, indeed, trained by the military. But before she had set foot in there, she had been raised in a completely different environment, with different people. Alice knew her own story, but she felt it was not the time to share it with Peter either. As he had said, all at its time.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4040FF">"I can tell I am. Maybe you are too, but we'll both have to wait and see. I could turn what you just said back to you with a couple changes. But I think we will both have to wait a little and then educate each other."</span></span><br/><br/>Alice didn't make any further comment about the whole deal with his reasons. It was not the time, and there were more pressing matters she wished to discuss about their stay in there and the risks it brought about. <br/><br/>Alice's heart raced when Peter confirmed her worst fears regarding the place where she was working with him. She could feel her palms getting cold, but tried to ignore the fear that seemed to fill her veins. It was at least good that she knew of the risks, and of whatever resources there were in case of an accident. <br/><br/>Peter's words about what had happened to him filled Alice with a quiet anger. That was just not right. It was terribly unfair to those men to basically accept the risk of sacrificing their lives by not having a safety structure in place. She knew her life was valued, and that he MP had a lot of structures in place to keep their people alive and as safe as they possibly could. Apparently, the same couldn't be said of UE, and that angered Alice more than she could put in words. She knew how much money they made out of those operations. She knew everything there could be much, much better, without a significant increase in cost. Hell, even with next to none, if they found sponsors. <br/><br/>Alice's lips remained shut, while she thought to herself. Speaking up would do no good. Not in there. Maybe once she got back out, but Alice doubted even that. If they wanted to do it, they would have done it already. <br/><br/>Getting up on her feet, Alice followed Peter in silence up to their safe room. Her mind calculated the distance and the possibilities that place offered, and she had to admit neither was as good as it should be. And Alice's anger grew quietly a few more points. She walked around, looking at every detail of the place and memorizing them. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4040FF">"Yeah. Never heard of relativity?"</span></span>, Alice finally spoke. Irony was clear in her voice, along with some other emotion that was hard to define.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"We should go back to work"</span></span>, she completed, now sounding curiously neutral, even though the anger still boiled inside her and seeped through her dark eyes.</div>