<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Switzerland. Moments before the meeting time.</strong></div><br/>Alexander had taken a lot of time in his approach, figuring that someone was luring him here for a reason. It was a little too convenient his name was back on the Mercenary books and someone picks him up straight away. His skill set and service record didn't seem very impressive to him. The only thing he thought was impressive was his Medal of Honor. That was something he had achieved right before the Army found his abilities too useful for the battle field, and so moved him to special operations. Really, the money was too good. Fresh on the market, and a pay check that big? It sounded too sweet.<br/><br/>Alexander adjusted the assault rifle beside him, then looked down the scope again, at the front of the house. From his positioning, he could see most of the windows, and most importantly, the door. He wasn't there to see who arrived, nor see the women set the place up. One would have spooked him, the other would have drawn his attention more. Soon enough, there were two people standing outside the front door. Both looked like Mercs, or perhaps assassins. He still wasn't sure about it - they could be there for him. It wouldn't be the first time someone had set him up like that.<br/><br/>Instead, Alexander sat and waited in his spot, camouflaged by the darkness of the rocks beside him, and closely watching the door. He had already watched one girl enter, but for the most part, his vision was blocked once they were behind that frame. Still, his eyes were on the objects through the scope, unless he was looking to the small motion detector screen next to him.