Seeing the Capital, Alex had to wonder what the hell was going on. It looked like they were mobilizing for a full scale war in there, but surely the world couldn't have gone to hell in the short time that he'd been away. Still, it made getting inside more difficult, since security would be alert, and trigger happy to boot. It was something he was going to point out to his terrorist companion when he looked over to see Carton's face pale, some shock apparent, like he'd seen a ghost. That puzzled Alex a bit, but then Carton snapped out of it.

A bad thing too. Had he had a few more seconds, Alex would gladly have gone for the detonator to try and disarm his 'captor' while he was distracted. But just as swiftly the moment was gone. And now the maniac was threatening to blow his face off unless he made himself scarce and didn't try anything. Well, all things considered, security at the Capital would shoot Carton dead if he tried to get in, they knew what he looked like and could follow him pretty much anywhere with cameras, and they still needed to decide a counter for that bomb thing of his. Which meant, for the moment, a tactical retreat to evaluate his options and prepare for the next hunt. After all, once a terrorist, always a terrorist.

"This isn't over, rebel scum," he said over his shoulder as he started walking, not going to give the man the enjoyment of seeing him run. "We've got the resources of the entire world at our command. Don't think you can in." But now he was walking, a timer mentally in his head, to when sixty seconds would hit, and he was free to act once again. As he said, this was far from over.