<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;"><span style="color: #80FF00">"Guys? Are you okay there? They are sending help from 64. We just need to be a little patient."</span><br/><br/>A loud sigh escaped Peter when Alice's voice reached out to them. His heart had hammered like crazy every minute longer she had been away. Somehow Alice really would be his death..<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"We are wonderful here, it is a nice party. Thomas and Bull decided that they fuck me, as there were no sweet girls available. And as we knew that you would be jealous of being left out, we closed the door. Nope, seriously, we are ok, but too exhausted to remove those blocks. We simply will rest now until those folks from 64 arrive. Let them do the work...we did enough."</span><br/><br/>Peter's voice couldn't hide how relieved he was that Alice had returned safe. But then he posed that question he was rolling back and forth for the past minutes in his mind.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Alice, if you would learn today something that would lead to the ultimate proof you needed for your superiors, would you report it immediately or would you give me time until the next shuttle arrives to convince you that all my crimes were only done to help others and aren't worth punishing me for it? Because to save Bull I have to drop my defenses and if you report it, then I would prefer to stay down here..."</span></div>