Nate was having fun. It was weird being back in the Cith with somebody who knew it in the same way he did and didn't look at him weirdly for suggesting they go to this place and that. It almost felt like being around his old friends and it was refreshing to not have to think about what he was saying or doing.
They'd been walking for a while and Nate was looking in the windows of the shops as they walked down 5th. He was drawn to a face ahead of them in the crowd and his mind raced to figure out why.
He realized who it was when the guy looked into the window, his reflection clear as day in the glass.
Shit.
"Call ICIS, That's-" He broke off. "It's the guy who killed Peter-" Nevermind that Alexis didn't know who Peter was, they couldn't let this guy get away a second time. They had to at least try and bring him in even if they weren't the most experienced at this stuff. "I'm going to follow him. Call back-up and get them to our location."
As the guy realized Nate knew who he was, he turned left off of 5th and carried on down the street. Nate followed less than half a minute later, turning into the street and swearing as the street was empty.
He ran down it, desperate to catch up, but didn't see what was happening until a hand grabbed him out of a doorway and Nate gasped, feeling like the life was being squeezed out of him. He hit the floor as the hand let go and gasped for air but he couldn't get any, couldn't stop this from happening. He tried to yell for Alexis to get away but couldn't do anything and as the feeling of heaviness intensified, everything faded until there was nothing left at all.