Nate rolled his eyes while watching Vin and JJ. Leaning a shoulder against the cell door, he watched Vin fawn over JJ and wondered if she knew how smitten the poor schmuck was with her. It would almost be adorable if they weren't under a time constraint. He was glad when JJ turned to him and asked to be led out. He brightened up then, standing up straight and rubbing his hands together. "Not only do I care to," he replied to her question. "It would be my honor."

His smile only grew as he headed for the door, as though breaking out of police custody with the threat of violence and possible death looming over his shoulder was somehow fun. To a normal person, it wouldn't be. But Nate was far from normal and he seemed to thrive on adrenaline. It probably wasn't a healthy way to live but neither was eating bacon double cheeseburgers and millions of people did that every day.

Poking his head through the door to make sure there was no one around, Nate ushered the others into the next room while the coast was clear. He ducked behind a desk and quickly reappeared, dumping a large duffel bag on top of the desk. The bag contained their belongings, minus Nate's small arsenal of handguns and explosives. Apparently Michaels didn't like the idea of a maniac like Nate running around with a bag full of guns. Also in the bag were some police uniforms, one of which Nate pulled out and tossed to Vin. "Put this on." he informed him. He shifted his attention then to JJ and said "Now, Jennifer. There's a uniform in here for you too. But, personally, I think you'd be more suited to the role of trashy call girl." He pulled a set of cuffs from the bag and dangled them on his finger. "I mean you pulled it off so well the last time."

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