<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - 'Safe' house.</strong></div><br/>Alexander watched the girl crawling on the ground with no knee caps. It was almost like watching terrorist drag themselves from a room you just threw a grenade in. The difference was, she still had legs, they just didn't work. Still, he struggled to find compassion for the girl. She had done something to make the woman react like this. To be tortured. But Alex didn't know what. And if he did, he'd be damn right pissed. Killing someone for money, for power, he could deal with. Killing because someone spoke to you in the wrong tone?...<br/><br/>Alexander was tough, wise, and experienced... But cold. Shooting someone he had no problem with. Torturing, he was trained well in. But for his image? Never. Killing someone over what they thought of you, or who they thought they were, wasn't at all tactical, in Alexander's opinion. Your name, your image, and your respect... Things that can easily be used against you. Still, if he was in the girl on the floors' position, he'd have started shooting a long time ago. Or even made an attempt to sink one of those throwing knives in to that bitches throat. But that was Alexander. He had as much reason to die as he did to live.<br/><br/>The fact that she ignored the other woman's questions kind of bugged Alexander, really. It gave him no answers, either. And so all there was now was that invisible revolver in the middle of the table still. And until someone took it down, his pistol was more than ready. He had come here for money, not to see some girl he didn't know play ring around the rosie with no kneecaps, trying to stop herself from dying by dressing the wounds that were too severe for that anyway. It wouldn't stop the blood, nor would moving around. She would have better chances of hitting above the wounds and clotting. By the way she was bleeding, though, it had hit an artery, and regardless of how much medical attention she got, she'd be dead soon. Alexander simply looked away, feeling bored and annoyed, just waiting on the inevitable.