<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 knew now why she was so unwilling to take drugs. She had seen what it did to her brother and she feared that it may happen to her too. But he would never allow that to happen. He had never allowed it to happen with the miners, he wouldn't with Alice too. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You told me, because I understand what you are talking about and because I won't give you some cheap pity or some empty words back. I know what you had gone through and it is good that you told me, because it explains a lot. We all are products of our past and it all influences our presence and our future. I understand your father and I understand your brother too, unfortunately. And your fears...I will consider them when the moment for consideration has come."</span><br/><br/>Peter took a piece of meat out of his pack and chewed on it. It was definitely more fun to enjoy your lunch pack with some company than sitting her all alone.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Why did you end up with that undercover stuff? Do you enjoy to work all alone? Or is this still that wish to impress the others that you managed the unmanageable and that you were successful when everyone had been against you? Or a you simply fearless? Which would be nothing good..."</span> <br/><br/>The Viking looked at her curiously. If he had to make a bet then she preferred to work alone. But she was ambitious too. But she wasn't fearless, he had seen her nervous look at the ceiling.</div>