Alexander has never seen anything like this city, but he's not gawking like some - impressed, yes, but he finds it his rightful due. They'll eat and drink and rest and then go on, because they have an army to hunt. A war to win. A world to conquer ( Read more... )

He didn't have long to stay in DC. Alex managed one more smile-for-the-camera function before hopping a flight back to Los Angeles (therapist's orders - there's something about having hit thirty-one that's been making him more high strung than usual - something!), on which he spent some time compiling notes about his meeting with Ambassador Roy and ( Read more... )

It's evening, as it always is for these kind of functions. The ones the press isn't invited to outside a few groomed and briefed representatives of the New York Times and maybe the Post, shadowed by well-mannered photographers who only snap when they're sure no one's giving them a dirty look.

Alexander wasn't invited - he never is - but he's ( Read more... )