<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;">Peter had spent a busy hour, when he returned to Sandra's door. He had covered his tracks, instructed his people to stop dealing in the open, to inform the network that only coded messages from trusted customers would be answered and he had cleaned his office. He knew that Sandra would put her cute little nose in his business, but he didn't mind it at all. He was looking forward for the fun of the cat and mouse play. And he had prepared for the next 24 hours. All that was necessary was in the case he was carrying. Peter knocked at her door and gave her a grin.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Now, have you made up your mind if you like me touching your ass? Just kidding, come on, we have to go."</span><br/><br/>They went down to the mining area, changed into their work clothes, some lycra-shortie for both of them and a lycra tank-top for the girls plus an overall with a lot of bags. Peter waited for her to dress, before they went down with the lift. Like a tour-guide he commented on it, ignoring the hostile looks Sandra was getting from all men and women around her. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"This is Sirius A, the main excavating area. Currently we have 65 soles to work, with the top ones already nearly empty. Sirius B is smaller, they are just on sole 28 now. Some other day, when we have more time I will show you the soles, where they break the ore with those big manipulators. You got the training, Sandra, so you know that your body force is multiplied by the machines, but you still have to put all your power into it. But we won't have the benefit of those big machines. What we do, well what I do, is exploration. Me and some other engineers we are trying to find out where the ore is. It has something to do with formation and a lot with gut feeling. Currently we are working on sole 65, which means we go all the way down, Sandra."</span><br/><br/>And indeed they went, with the other miners pouring out of the lift until only six people were left in it. Peter gave them a wave with his hands when they parted from them outside the lift on sole 65. It was probably different to what Sandra had learned in her training. No huge trucks, no machines, no extremely high ceiling. It was just high enough for Peter to stand and it was dimly lit by some lamps. He walked over to a closet and took a helmet out, throwing it to Sandra. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Put it on, Sandra. And switch the two lamps on."</span><br/><br/>He did the same with his helmet and two beams were bringing the dark hole in front of them into bright light. Peter grabbed a large roll of wire, handing it to Sandra and some big tool, throwing it over his shoulder. They started walking down the narrow hole that had been dug into the core of planet. It was warm down here and when they had finished walking for three miles, arriving at the end of the tunnel, they were both already sweaty. Peter put the tools down and he connected the big drill he had carried with the wire, connecting it to a socket nearby. He moved the drill to a hole in the wall and pressed it in. It was still standing three feet out. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Ok, here we are. We are drilling those holes here, then I place the load in them, we record the echo and I analyze it in my office. But for today...drilling. Come here, Sandra."</span><br/><br/>He placed her behind the huge drill, her shoulder snuggled into an opening in the back, her hands on the grips. He reached down and put her feet in the right position, not without letting his hands move over her legs.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You are some hot piece of woman, Sandra. I have to admit that,"</span> he whispered into her ear. <span style="color: #FF8000">"Now press the lever and push against the drill."</span><br/><br/>He watched her drilling for a minute, while the drill had practically not moved even a tiny bit deeper into the wall, before he stopped her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Ok, you got it. Put a little more pressure against the drill. Or as much as you can. But before we start..."</span><br/><br/>He started to remove his overall, displaying his musculuos chest and legs. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Suit yourself, Sandra. You can work in your underwear or in your overall. But it will cling to your body in the shortest timespan and believe me, the underwear is a lot more comfortable."</span><br/><br/>He didn't look at her, when he started drilling with his own drill. They worked without speaking for four hours until he switched off the current. They were both covered in a dark mass of sweat and dust and Peter threw a towel to her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Let's have a break and eat and drink something."</span><br/><br/>He dug in his case and threw something to Sandra. She caught it but Peter gave her no time to recover from her surprise. What he had thrown to her was something that even most military people had never seen. High density nutrition packs for Special-OPs. The best the military had in nutrition and so rare on the black market that it was barely ever sold. Still Peter had it in his case.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Fell yourself invited. A welcome meal. And now, as the shuttle is gone since half an hour and you have no chance to escape me, satisfy my curiousity, Sandra. What is your rank in Military Police? You are damn young, but you must be one of their best, when they put you on me."</span></div>