<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 couldn't help but laugh about her jokes. She was a funny person and he liked her humor. It could have been a lot worser to work with a policewoman, Alice was ok, he had to admit that. But that she couldn't hold up his speed was getting more to her than she would have liked. Peter sat down behind her and his large hands started to knead her stiff shoulders and back. Damn, he would ignore the promise he had made not to touch her, if he could help her to get over the second part of the shift.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Oh, you are not slacking at all, Alice. You surprised me, I had not expected you to be in your second hole by now. For a rookie you are doing extraordinarily well. I will put a good word in for you with UE, that you get permanently assigned to me. But I guess I should warn you, the second shift will be a lot harder. First your muscles start to burn and then the cramps will start once they turn totally sour. I fear carrying you to the shower will be more than just some distant possibility. But I promise you that I don't take advantage of you, if you fall asleep in my arms."</span><br/><br/>His serious face and the all business tone probably told Alice enough, how realistic this scenario may be. Peter didn't tell her that he expected her to call it quits in 9 to 10 hours totally drained. He wouldn't wonder at all, but he feared that her stubborness would force her on up to the point where she would collapse. If that would happen he would carry her back, clean her up and put her to sleep. It may be his hardest exercise and he wasn't looking forward to it, but he was always keeping his words. <br/><br/>He tried to make some small-talk with her, while his fingers dug skilled in her stiff muscles and losened them. Even under all the dirt he could feel how fit her body was. No wonder that she was so disappointed by her lack of progress in drilling.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Where do you come from, Alice? And I don't mean where you live now, I accept if you don't want to tell me that with all the undercover stuff you are doing. But where have you been born? How did you end up with the MPs? Is it a family tradition or did you get recruited in highschool, like I had been?"</span><br/><br/>His fingers found a nasty tension and he rubbed it with slow circular movements, until it got softer under his touch.</div>