Nathan might have been partially responsible for the death of his former parole officer (or two), but this was really the first time that he, personally, was acting so out and out about something that he was about to go off and kill. Right, yeah, okay. Nathan was definitely the type of guy to joke around about murdering people and such-like, but he'd never actually gone off and murdered anyone (again, with the exception or two) so openly or eagerly before. Then again, these things weren't really people, were they? They were giant bugs from outer fucking space! All things considered, really, Nathan was all for blowing whatever it was that they had for brains outta their ugly heads. It was going to be wild, it was going to be extreme, it was going to be useful (for once), and it was going to be the most effective battle technique that anyone in this city had pulled through on so far. Suffice to say, Nathan was quite pleased with the plan that he and Derrick had pieced together, for it was going to be both entertaining and surely the talk of the town for a very, very long time. Well, it would be if the bugs didn't actually win and maim them all.
For all his eager behavior, though, Nathan wasn't quite as prepared for the event as Derrick was. He came strolling on into the scene dressed in a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt, the only sufficient piece of equipment he truly had with him being a pair of protective goggles. Which, admittedly, he didn't even really need. Again with the whatever. Useful or not, they went with the whole blowing shite up experience and he'd shag his own mother before he let actual logic take away any part of this experience from him. Still, logically, bringing a weapon might have been a good idea. Or a bike. Sadly, the only type of bike Nathan actually thought he could get his hands on was the type of bike that you actually had to waste your time pedaling and, for fuck's sake, who wanted to do that?
"Waiting on little old me, are you?" Speaking of a bike! It looked like ol' Derrick had one of his own. Nathan made it in point not to look terribly impressed by it, even though he was already mapping out several excuses to get himself on the thing the second Derrick got distracted by something. Something very important. Like a something that Nathan would have to put together to make him be distracted.