<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green/Sandra Lawson</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice had debated for a moment on how wise it was to go into Sirius-238 in disguise, and then on what the best disguise would be. The easy choice seemed to be a simple job, one that didn't require for her to get her hands dirty. Slipping into the medical team would have been easy. And, Alice was afraid, obvious. If Halvardson was expecting someone to come after him, it would be easier for it to be someone in a light line of work. But it would be more obvious. And probably harder to get closer to her target. No. Alice had to put all her hesitations aside and dive head first. She had to do the dirty work and get as close as humanly possible. If she had to be a miner, a miner she would become.<br/><br/>Some studying and practicing were necessities, but Alice was pretty sure she could pass by the genuine article. Maybe a bit of a beginner, but not someone who had never seen the job in her entire life. That would work, considering she was apparently younger than the other women there. She would have to make it work. <br/><br/>While she took the trip to the mining field, Alice tried to bond a little with the people she would be working with. No, she didn't harbor much of an illusion in the sense that they would help her on her mission. Alice knew it was a game of cat and mouse. But even playing a solitary hand, one is wise to have one or two allies she can count on for anything not directly related to her mission. That, and Alice liked to know the people around her. In Halvardson's line of work, he was sure to come in contact with one of those people for his illegal business at some point, even if indirectly.<br/><br/>All the thinking and planning came to a halt when the shuttle stopped and everyone started moving towards the exit. It was the time when it would start. Alice took a deep breath, feeling slightly anxious. Everything had to be perfect now. <br/><br/>Messing up was <span style="font-style: italic">definitely</span> not an option. <br/><br/>In leaving the shuttle, Alice entered the long line of people who had to identify themselves and be assigned their rooms and line of work. Giving the name she had been assigned - Sandra Lawson -, the detective nodded when she was directed to her target himself.<br/><br/>Holding out her hand, Alice shook Peter's hand firmly, not even wincing when he nearly crushed her hand. He was an impressive bastard, she had to admit it. In her mind, the detective calculated his height, weight and age. He seemed a lot older than the 35 they had informed her of. But then again, his life had probably not been one of the easiest ones, right?<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"Sandra. It's a pleasure meeting you, Peter. You may call me whatever you like, and I'll answer."</span><br/><br/>After these words, Sandra looked around the place she would call home - or working field - until her job was done. <br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"Nice place, huh?"</span></div>