<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 smiled when Peter asked her that question. She was really enjoying their playful banter. It would ease her stress and her boredom as well.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"I'll keep you guessing"</span>, Alice replied after a quick chuckle. She thought for a moment more and winked at Peter. <span style="color: #4040FF">There was a reason I was called Huntress back in college. And it doesn't have to do with hunting deer"</span>, she teased, taking another bite of the chocolate.<br/><br/>As she ate, Alice listened to Peter's comments about him not expecting her to last the entire twelve hours. That felt like a challenge to Alice, even if she knew it wasn't meant as one. It was just her own stubborn streak making her want to rise to the occasion and last to the end of the shift. <span style="color: #4040FF">"It's not you I have to prove anything to"</span>, Alice replied, finishing her chocolate.<br/><br/>Standing up, the policewoman got rid of her overall, to work more comfortably. <span style="color: #4040FF">"It's that little voice in the back of my head that keeps telling me I'm too weak for this."</span><br/><br/>After this comment, Alice cleaned her hands on the discarded overfall and picked up her drill to resume work where she had stopped.</div>