<strong>Alexander Jackson - Death musings</strong><br/><br/>Alexander sat in the car, thinking for a moment, then looked back at Kacy. "Well, if you intend to kill someone, you should use the knife. We can't take the body, and they might trace the bullet, so you'll have to ditch the piece... And if the knife is clean, you can simply clean it down" he mused, then looked around the lot for a moment, then at the clock. Ah, that would be the answer. The building was a large hotel with a restaurant, and it was only just settling on lunch time.<br/><br/>"I'm Ex-military" he told her simply, aiming for the truthful rather than having to deal with countering his lies as she demands the truth at gunpoint. He almost said he had worked with Anne, but decided that would be a fatal mistake. "I've been betrayed a few times, so I've got a bit of paranoia... Helps with the job, I guess" he told her, then looked back at her, his eyes drifting over her, taking in the weapons, then her stockings and what they covered. "That and the trigger finger" he added, then looked back to her face. "So you're a crim, huh?" he asked, recalling she said she'd run with a few crews.