<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Traveling. Some time during the day.</strong></div><br/>Alexander's eyes flicked open as the chip inside his head notified him of a new message. He slowly sat up from the bed, and sighed a little. "Notification off" he said, then slid off the bed. The plane ride was long and annoying... Although, at least he didn't have to leap out of this one and parachute to the ground.<br/><br/>Shifting the duffel bag from the table to his bed, he drew the contents from it, setting it on the bed next to it then dropping it next to the large cases at his feet, for the time being. He stripped himself down to nothing, his large muscular body catching the sunlight that came in through the window. One by one, he dressed himself in his tactical gear, though it was still bare. No ammunition, weapons, or gear could be found on his body.<br/><br/>Alexander grabbed the two large suitcases next to his bed, then pulled the duffel bag from next to them, and opened it up. Quickly punching in the code, then popping the locks and disengaging the alarm, he looked over the assortment of weapons and accessories, as well as ammunition. The first out of the cases was his Browning SFS Pistol (http://www.putemdown.net/resources/220px-Pistol_Browning_SFS.jpg), which he loaded and tucked in to the back of his belt, in the small holster. Next to be locked and loaded was his weapon of choice - the M4A1 Assault Rifle (http://memberfiles.freewebs.com/99/81/62238199/photos/Call-Of-Duty-Pics/M4andM203.jpg). Assuring the sight was straight, he glimpsed around the room, at the simple wall decorations and somewhat... Lacking choice of furniture. He placed it in to the duffel bag, then shifted his attention back to the other suitcase. Inside sat his preferred sniper rifle, the Remington 700 (http://www.sfg-clan.net/COD4/weapons/r700.jpg). It was still in pieces, since he had to carry it, and it was far too large for it to remain in once piece. He slid it in to the duffel bag carefully, alongside the ammo and grenades, and all the other things he needed.<br/><br/>Finally, he zipped up the bag, and grabbed the clothing he'd bought to travel in. Traveling in your full insurgence gear was too inconvenient, encountering civilians. He zipped his jeans up, and pulled the singlet over his suit, before sliding the shirt up his arms, and covering his shoulders and biceps from view. Slinging the duffel bag over his shoulder carefully, then closing the two suitcases, wrapping his large hands around the handles.<br/><br/>He moved out the door, and down to the car he had driven here from the airport, and pressed a button on the keyring, opening the boot. He dropped the two cases inside, followed by the bag of weapons and such, then closed the boot and glimpsed around the near empty airport. It took him a few hours of traveling before he reached his final destination, not running in to a single hitch or moment of drama. Which was a nice surprise. He booked his car in, then retrieved the bag from the back. He walked past the large group of people who were all trying to book various cars and bikes, and climbed on to his own.