Jack's face was that of a ghosts, the palest Alex had ever seen.  Jack started panicking some, but stayed under control.  After scavenging the bodies, Jack tossed Alex back his knife, and Alex used it to slit the man in the choke hold's throat, being careful not to get blood on himself.  Alex then wiped the blade clean and let the rain fall on it, before drying it and sliding it back into it's sheath, and listened to the rest of what Jack said.  He stated the obvious, that we couldn't go straight to his house, but he seemed to have forgotten that there was a silencer on the pistol, but someone would show up eventually.  Jack gave Alex some instructions, and walked off.

[i]Right, left, red roof, across street, camp.[/i]  That was repeating in Alex's head as he ripped some of the men's clothes, and kept the spare rags.  Lifting his head and having a mouthful of rainwater, Alex started down the path.  He turned right as instructed, and then took the left.  As he was walking in the darkness, he heard people starting to get settled into their homes.  Then he saw the red shack with a flash of lighting.  It wasn't very tall, and the lighting wasn't coming so often, so Alex jumped up, and performed a kip-up onto the top of the roof.  Getting into a crawl, he looked over what was probably the "main rode" and saw the tent camp ahead of him.  There was only two people, and three guards traveling the path, and with good timing, he Alex could cross while both had their backs turned.

[i]3.. 2.. 1.. Move[/i] Alexander dropped down and hurried across the street, moving at a slight crouch.  He entered the tent city, and started to quietly weave his way to the other side.  After a bit of trekking, and a few close calls, Alex made it through the camp, and settled down to wait for Jack.  He covered his rifle with his backpack mostly, and pretended to be a man who had fallen asleep on a backpack.  Staying awake might be a little difficult.