<strong>Alexander Jackson - Designated driver.</strong><br/><br/>Jackson heard her request just as he put the first foot in the car, and he frowned lightly, then pushed the door shut and dropped down in to the driver seat, pulling his own door closed with a thud. "Claymore" he told her, referring to the explosive she had asked about, then glimpsed in to the rear view. Pissed off coppers would hopefully not result in a high speed pursuit, because laying in the back seat would not be a good place for her to be. Starting the car and then glimpsing back at him, he instantly regretted the latter. "Its an unofficial stop" he told her simply, then pulled out and started off down the street.<br/><br/>They drove for a few minutes before pulling in to a rest area just outside town, and Alexander turned the engine off, pulling the gun from his belt discretely as he turned in his seat to face Kacy better. "Why this job?" he asked her, his eyes surveying her cautiously as he spoke. "You'd get twice as much going to the opposition and telling them of our plan... Why risk getting blown away?" he asked her, wondering just what her motivations were to be a mercenary, much less a kidnapper mercenary.