<div align="center"><strong>Alexander Jackson</strong></div><br/>Sitting in the car a few spaces and cars away from Kacy and her future transport, Alexander's eyes were slightly narrowed at the woman in the rearview. Slender, sexy, and deadly. A woman who was uncomfortable in a vulnerable position, but it also made him wonder just how often she did use her body... No matter what the use was. To get what she wanted, is what it mostly all came down to. He looked down to the pistol clutched in his fist, then back up at the girl. At this point, it wouldn't be hard for him to drive up next to her and put a bullet in to the side of her head... Get away from all this. But this was his new life. And these people were who he needed to trust from this point on.<br/><br/>Placing the gun back inside the small compartment next to his seat, he sighed, and rubbed at his face with his hands. He pushed the door open, after checking for traffic - foot or vehicle, then circled his car to the boot, and opened it up. He pulled his vests and black stealth top off, throwing it in to the boot, followed by the bottoms, revealing the tortured body below it. A scar here and there were mostly scattered across him, besides on his back, which seemed to have been the focus of punishment. Tatters of skin that had healed that way covered the man's back. Pulling on a simple pair of jeans, he then grabbed a black button up shirt, and pulled it up over the scars on his back, then turning to watch Kacy, the dog tags that hung from his neck settling between his thick chest muscles, next to the cross. Neither were visible long, as the shirt was buttoned over them.