<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Sydney, Australia. 23:44.</strong></div><br/>The heavy breathing of a female filled the room, her whispers and moans nothing more than simple words as the lips trailed up her neck. The young woman was pressed to his body, sitting in his lap, her knees either side of his hips. His large, powerful hands held her body close, his eyes shut, as he kissed the sensitive flesh on her neck. Slowly, he hands slid around his lower back, and began sliding up. Her eyes shot wide, and she frowned deeply. "What the fuck?" she said, moving forward to look down his back, at the scars that crossed across it side to side, top to bottom, and various other angles. Sharply, her hands pulled away, and she was pushed off the large man's lap. Eyes wide, she watched him cautiously for a moment, the room now silent. "Get out" Alexander finally growled, the darkness hiding his eyes. "I'm sorry, I j-" she began, but was sharply cut off by his venomous words yet again. She quickly climbed to her feet, and pulled her dress back on, before scampering out the door of the large hotel room.<br/><br/>"Voice commands on" he whispered, barely audible even to him, as he climbed off the bed. The cross that hung from his neck settled back between his large, well formed pecs muscles. "Replay last received message" he said, and the message began playing once again in Alex's head.<br/><br/><em>We have a job for you. Pay is US$4,000,000. Possibility of bonus, amount negotiable. Extreme danger. If interested, be at Grèves du Lac 432, Chabrey, Switzerland, in 72 hours from now. Make sure you are not followed and cannot be traced.</em><br/><br/>A job? A job was what had killed his family. His daughter, and his girlfriend. Both of them, gunned down, under the 'protection' of two 'soldiers'. Green as grass fresh recruits from training wasn't an escort... It was a set up. Alexander couldn't prove it, or fight it, and so he simply took the large pay out, the benefits of his ending service agreement, and left the Armed forces. But this, this was different. This was not the war. And it was not the government he was working for. What more could the work take from him, besides his life? Even then, soldiers never died. They were just fighting a little further from home.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Bravo 23, do you copy?</strong>came across the radio. "Roger HQ, go ahead" said the Private in the front seat of the armored transport Humvee.<strong>We have friendlies engaging a small terrorist group to your three. Confirm you see them, Bravo 23?</strong>returned. The driver pulled on to the bridge, and drove to the side, settling them against the railing, overlooking the dried river bed and the firefight crossing it. "Affirmative, HQ... Those look like civilians among them, though" the Private said, as both of the transports watched the battle taking place.<strong>Those guys are the ones responsible for the Help center bombing, 2-3...</strong>and that was it. Alexander sat forward in the seat, and looked over the enemy group, before sliding up in to the gunner position. "Uh, Negative HQ... Too many-" he was cut off, the sound of gunfire erupting from above. Militia, civilians and landscape crumbled, broke and fell before the large machine gun mounted to the roof, and only when the barrel shut down automatically from overheating did the firing stop. That familiar, eerie silence fell across the area, followed by Alex's voice. "Targets destroyed" he said, then dropped out of the Humvee. "HQ, was Qutar with them?" he asked.<strong>Affirmative, 2-3</strong>. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" shouted the Private as he climbed, shocked and appalled, from the Humvee. "There were women and-" he began, before being slammed against the bonnet by Alexander's large arm. "Listen here, Private... I Am your Commanding Officer right now, and your orders are to Confirm the kill" he said, then shoved the young marine towards the ladder down to the carnage.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Alexander. Your pre-arranged travel bookings engage in approximately thirty minutes.</em>was what Alex was woke to. He groaned a little, then climbed out of bed. Quickly, he got dressed in a simple black suit, without the tie, and checked himself over in the mirror. His hair was easy to maintain, since it hadn't grown for near half a year, and was short already. Moving from the hotel room, he wandered down stairs, and slipped in to the back seat of his chauffeured car, and it started off down the road.