Alex nodded and let her go, he put his hands in his pockets. "Alright, I'll leave you be then." He smiled softly and turned to leave. "But if you want to talk, ill probably be in my bed or in the hanger with the planes." He said, before walking away from her.<br/><br/>Alex first went to his bed, he quickly made sure there wasn't anything else laying around to mark him as a spy or anything else. Every other note on the base as tucked away under the floor boards under his bed, most people wouldn't think to look under. At least he hoped that was the case, but he never knew. After he made sure everything was where it was ment to be, he walked to the hanger that housed his and Claire's planes.<br/><br/>Once in the hanger he walked to his plane, he quickly made sure that the cockpit was clear of everything and that a few things were working before going to grab a can of paint. He had been flying for four months with out anything on his wings, so today he was going to paint his wags, be wasn't sure what to paint though. There were lots of things he could paint, and lots of things that could get him in hamdcuffs.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, Alex started to paint a grime reaper on his right wing. But instead of a scythe, death was in a plane. It took Alex the rest of the day/night to paint both wings.<br/><br/>(Haha I know, I always found that weird.)