<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Behind the name</strong></div><br/>'The Reaper'... His call sign. Something about it didn't set him at ease, but it was a name that didn't hold his identity. He'd been giving it after most of the soldiers he worked with had time to sit down and think about it. The cross, the prayers, and the way killing came naturally to him all added up to being the Bringer himself, as though he was doing God's dirty work of culling the unworthy. And perhaps he was, but Alexander followed the rule that god told him what to do in certain situations... But he couldn't explain that very often. People would think he was psychopathic.<br/><br/>"Bring your tools?" Alexander asked, with a glimpse over his shoulder. "And here I was thinking I was the only one with the knack for security..." he said, then shrugged lightly. "I Have a bike, but it is up off the main road" he told her, with a glimpse over the direction in which he'd come. "I've got tools you can use, if you want to do your own job" he told her, then glimpsed to the house behind them, idly wondering what the future held for the lot of them. Missions never went as planned - improvisation was always needed.