<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 spent her hour equally busy, even though her body barely moved. Apart from unpacking, Alice stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling and hearing the sounds that came from the outside world. Her mind wandered in the alleys of her plans, of what she was or was not willing to do in order to secure her catch. There wasn't much she wasn't willing to do, that was the conclusion Alice reached. Whatever it took, she would do. Failing was not an option. And she had to admit that her pride asked for The Viking. He would be a great catch for such a young agent. <br/><br/>Alice's mind was still on the prize when the catch itself came back. Jumping on her feet, the young woman opened the door and showed a smile.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"Jury's still out on this one. I may have to try again before I can make up my mind."</span><br/><br/>After this reply, Alice followed Peter, closing the door behind her. She was really curious about the place where they would work. She had been trained, of course, but there wasn't much that could have really prepared her for the real deal. That was one thing Alice had been told while training, that only the real time on the job could prepare her.<br/><br/>Getting to the work area, Alice changed into the clothes she would have to use for work and tied her hair on a low bun before putting the overalls and helmet on. Her mind was still working on what Peter had said about his job. It was clearly hard work, and Alice hoped her body would be strong enough to keep up with it. Switching the two lights on her helmet on as instructed, Alice took one look around. It was even worse than she expected, but Alice wouldn't back down now, so she took a deep breath and sucked it up. In her mind, was the knowledge that her stay in that place would mean a lot of sucking up.<br/><br/>Grabbing the roll of wire Peter had given her, Alice adjusted it to carry it comfortably and followed the man, her gaze fixed on the piece of machinery. She had seen and used one, but it looked lighter than the one he had there. More modern, too, and probably required less man power to use than the piece Peter was carrying. In reaching the end of the tunnel, Alice could feel her skin sticky with sweat, but she didn't complain. Helping as she could, Alice aided Peter in assembling the tool and nodded when he said they would be drilling today.<br/><br/>When Peter started removing his overall, Alice couldn't help but stare for a moment. After a moment's hesitation, and without addressing the comment on her being 'hot', Alice started working still on her overall. It was a bad decision, Alice noticed as it felt hotter and hotter, stickier and stickier. But Alice was a stubborn one, and went on working without getting rid of the piece.<br/><br/>When the current was turned off, Alice took a deep breath. It felt good to dry off some of the sweat and clean her face a little. As Peter said they would have a break, Alice happily sat down, catching her breath. It was out of reflex that she raised her hand and held what Peter had thrown before even looking at it. One eyebrow raised instantly, in surprise, and Alice's dark eyes moved up to stare at the man.<br/><br/>Not bothering to open the pack, Alice kept her gaze on Peter. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Really? Why on Earth, or any other planet, would they send one of the best to this shit hole?"</span> Alice shrugged her shoulders. Even if he knew, the words would never leave her mouth. If he didn't know, her words would let him, and if he suspected, they would confirm it. Either way, she wouldn't speak.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"I'm young all right, younger than their folks. I'm just doing the same thing you are. Trying to make money. Okay?"</span></div>