<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Something to do!</strong></div><br/>The briefing had floated by Alexander, even though he absorbed the information, he was trying to figure out how some body so 'intelligent' would be stupid enough to call his cover team cavemen. He heard the words, and absorbed necessary information, then looked up as he was directly ordered from Anne. He almost gave a salute and acknowledgment, but realized as his hand was traveling up, and instead itched his eyebrow vacantly.<br/><br/>Slowly, he raised to his feet, and stretched upwards, the scars on his hands becoming more apparent, no longer hiding under the desk. And although the dog tags that hung from his neck were not visible, the chain that held them was, though looked no different from a normal necklace. Casually, he looked around the room, then at 'Oni', narrowing his eyes a little, then moving back and tucking his chair in under the table, then grabbing the sniper and assault rifles off the back of the chair, and heading back out the front door. It kind of annoyed him that Anne fucked with Oni's head, not in the literal sense. It kind of diminished the pleasure that would come from watching such a smug little bastard taste metallic.<br/><br/>Wandering outside, Alexander looked up at the sky, then around the grounds slowly. His motorbike was a little while away, and the Major had told the two to bond, so he may as well ride with Kacy. He knew there was going to be a problem or two, but work like this, there was no such thing as not improvising. Not kill anyone made it easier, because while a bullet silenced most anyone, fear of a gun brought on a much easier silence. Walking down off the front of the house, Alexander looked down at his hand, at the several circles that were carved in to his hand, frowning lightly, then slowly looking up.