Taken back a little by Eyrtij's comment, Alex almost wasn't sure on what to say. "Oh you know" he started, "trying not to get myself killed for one." Putting his hand over his mouth, before he yawned, Alex realised he hadn't shaved this morning, and then he realised he hadn't even looked in a mirror in days, no doubt he looked like shit."So, do you actually have money for this time, or has your purse sprung a leak, again, eh?" 

He could feel a burning sensation on his chest, not one of actual origin. Just his mind reminding him where death lay, in his suits inner breast pocket. A simple envelope, which had a sufficient amount of information to do untold harm on his beloved Empire . . . How the mighty had fallen.