<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice knew that Peter was probably going to look at her. Whether or not he would want her was a whole other business. But Alice had her little rules as well. There weren't many, and there wasn't much she couldn't take. But she didn't want to go all the way to that piece of hell to become an unwilling mistress to a man she only wanted to arrest. That was it. Alice was by no means a prude. And she had to admit - to herself and nobody else - that something about Peter made her attracted. It wasn't simply a physical thing, it was something powerful she couldn't explain.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Focus, Alice, focus'</span>. Those six weeks ahead would be pretty long. But Alice had to keep on focusing on her mission. She had to get there, find the evidence she needed, and to get out taking Peter with her. She didn't want him dead. For her own personal reasons, and for professional reasons as well. Halvardson was much more valuable alive. Dead, his value was none. <br/><br/>It sucked that he had to be placed in a the prison system, but Alice had no other choice. He had spent his career following an illegal activity. Now, he would have to pay. If she could find that solid bit of evidence. On her own. It was a daunting task, but at the same time, Alice knew she wouldn't have been sent there if there was no chance of her succeeding. All she had to do was to keep herself alive and in one piece, get her man, and go back.<br/><br/>Of course, that also involved not getting injured on the job or hooked on drugs. She would have to see that this happened as well. <br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Yes, I know what I ask of you, Viking. And I know you are able to control yourself. And I also know that you know what I'm talking about. I can see your mouth practically watering. And I won't freak out if you touch me, but if you force yourself on me, all the deals are off. That is my rule in this whole dealing. So, that is the deal. If you can live by it, I'll live by my part."</span></span><br/><br/>Alice stayed silent while Peter spoke. She had a feeling that there was a possibility that either of those three endings were true. The one that worried her the most was the scenario where she forgot her mission on that hell hole. She had been working for only a few hours, and had seen what those people endured. Six weeks of that would probably crush her body and maybe even her mind. But Alice had to push through and do her job. There was no alternative. <span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I actually appreciate this, Peter. And I respect you for that. For real. I'm not being sarcastic"</span></span>, Alice stated. It was true. She did respect Halvardson for his views. He didn't seem to be as dirty as she had initially thought.<br/><br/>When Peter told her to eat, Alice nodded and opened her package. She was starting to eat when Halvardson said he wouldn't let her get a break. She had not expected it anyway. No matter what, the work had to be done, after all. And she was willing to pull her weight around there as much as everyone else. Alice's dark eyes widened a little when Halvardson said he would keep an eye on her. She chewed in silence for a while, before asking a question, as directly as he had asked his.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Why do you do it? You know, the deals. It can't be just money. I'm pretty sure you have enough by now. Why do you keep doing it?"</span></span></div>