<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;"><span style="color: #80FF00">"No, he is right. We feel it too. Miners have a second antenna for everything that is off. We can't pin it, but we feel it. And most of the times our feelings prove right. We better watch out today."</span><br/><br/>Bull's voice had been astonishingly soft and Peter raised a brow, when he saw Bull looking on the hand of Alice on his arm. If there was one miner who may interprete such a gesture in a correct way, then it was Bull. But not many people knew his secret, Peter and Thomas did, but only Peter had noticed the look of Bull. He bite his tongue to keep the sharp rebuke he had unspoken.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Yeah, we better do. Come on, Alice, time for your paid workout."</span><br/><br/>They could here the laughter of the men even thirty yards inside the tunnel. The mood was now back to normal between them and when Peter slipped out of his overall at the end of the tunnel, he knew that Alice did the same. He waited for her to pick up her drill and he helped her adjust it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Ok, break in six hours...happy drilling."</span><br/><br/>He had both hands on her waist, while he moved her body into the best position and he chuckled lightly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I guess you would prefer this meaning of drill instructor anytime to that of the military..."</span></div>