<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 grinned and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her flush to his body. No, he wouldn't survive a full night with Alice, but neither would Alice. More than likely they would pass out some way half through the night like a lamp switched off.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Oh, yes, please file that report. I send it tomorrow morning, take another identity and the MP can start following the real criminals and not some nice, harmless, peaceful guy who only dreams of a happy family with kids and some sexy wife. We send another report later that you got buried under tons of rocks and that we couldn't recover your body. Then we are both terminated and can start new together. If we ever manage to get out of bed that is..."</span><br/><br/>Peter turned to Serge, now with a more serious expression. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Have you heard anything from the other soles? Any news from 60 and 61? As I shouldn't go down there with my ribs and help to free the others, maybe Alice and I can give you guys some help later, when the injured arrive up here. I can't sit around or enjoy myself with Alice, when I know that there are too many injured here for you people."</span><br/><br/>Peter had not discussed it with Alice, as he should have done, but he was pretty sure that she would help too. They weren't so different when it came to that. There were surely people who refused to even look at injured people out of fear that it will be some bad spell falling on them. But neither was Peter like that, nor did he belief that Alice would be of that type.</div>