This was just embarrassing. He was a trained Company agent, and here he was about to be killed by an angry, drunken idiot who was lashing out like a twelve year old. Well...a twelve year old who could fly. "Listen to yourself, Nathan!" Noah yelled. "You're not talking any sense!" Of course, that was when Nathan dropped him and he plummeted toward the pavement. There was a sharp crack from the vicinity of his neck as the back of his head smacked the ground hard, and blood began pooling underneath it.
Peter had just reached the area and blinked with a mixture of shock and confusion as he saw what happened. "Did I...did he just...holy..." he was speaking mostly to himself as he stared at Noah's dead body and then at where his brother was flying. "Claire is going to kill him." He pulled out his PDA and sent a message to Adam, then waited for Nathan to land.