Justin was about to get up when the door was opened. His jaw dropped and hands went up quickly. He just didn't have the energy to go invisible. The little laser dots on his chest caused him to pale. "What...no one aims for my head," he muttered as he complied. The joke was just to stop being nervous. It didn't help.
When cuffed, he cringed and cursed softly. Justin stumbled along as he was dragged off. "Strip? Dude...usually you buy a guy dinner first," he tried to joke again only to end up with a bloody nose. He complied, taking the chance to covertly press his panic button hidden deep within a pocket knife as he placed it into the box. It was followed by a disposable camera, and rather hesitantly, his gun. Of course the serial number was filed off by now so no tracing that and even if they recovered the number it'd just lead back to the NYPD. Justin stripped slowly but kept his compression shorts on. No way he was getting naked unless they made with the threats again. Shivering from the cold and nerves, he glanced at the men with the guns nervously.