<div align="center"><strong>Alexander - Inside the Safe house. Déjà vu?</strong></div><br/>Alexander watched the woman toying with the young looking girl, it becoming more and more obvious that the girl in the goggles had been summoned here for a job, but turned out to be too weak, judging by the discarded knives. He looked to Anne, who didn't seem to be very bothered by the way the girl was simply tortured. Alexander had spent years torturing, even alongside Anne, but this was different. Neither of them had allegiances, and the way this girl was killed... She could have had more background with Anne than Alexander did.<br/><br/>When the bullets went through the girl's knee, it happened again. Flash backs. To when him and five others were sitting around the table, staring at the revolver loaded with one bullet in the middle. It was a game... A game that fucked with your mind, and sent you crazy after just a spin or two. If you were lucky, you got the first bullet, rather than watching the private with the kid hit the floor, or your best mate's eyeballs pop. Six walked in and sat down, but only two got up and walked away. God knows what happened to Barley, but Alexander never saw him again.<br/><br/>This felt a lot like that situation. Alexander's hand went behind his back, and fetched the pistol, pulling it free of its holster, and sitting it in his lap instead, under the table. There was no way he was going to be next to be kneecapped and mocked by... Whoever she was. Alex's paranoia was running high now, and he felt like leaving already. This... 'Team' seemed unstable. Unpredictable. There was a fine line between keeping your people in line, and making them want to cross you before you crossed them. He didn't care if this was an example of what happens when you try to betray Anne, it was putting him in the mindset that walking in to a room first would be more likely to get him shot in the back than the front.