When the car came to a slow stop, Nate looked the man in the road up and down, taking particular note of the gun belt and cursing Michaels for taking his. Illuminated by the glow of the headlights, Elijah Craigh looked even more menacing than he normally did. Damn it! This wasn't how he wanted it to go. He wanted time to prepare. At least enough time to get a gun. [i]'Damn it,Freddy!'[/i] he thought to himself. Nate watched Craigh for a long moment, only half paying attention to what Vin was saying to him. Eventually, he glanced at the new guy for a second then turned to Vin and said "When I get out of the car, lock the doors. And if this goes sideways...run." The normally happy-go-lucky Nate seemed to be gone and he was now deadly serious.

Stepping out of the car, Nate slammed the door shut behind him and held an arm across his ribs as he moved around to the front of the car, stepping into the glow of the headlights. "Elijah motherfucking Craigh." he said with the slightest hint of a smile as he came to a stop at what he felt was a safe distance away from Craigh. "Haven't drunk yourself into an early grave yet I see."

Nate felt on edge but tried not to let it show. This could go either way and probably depended on how Eli felt that day. Nate had always been somewhat paranoid and these past few weeks with all the craziness and the people trying to kill him or arrest him or both had only made him worse. But standing here, face to face with Eli Craigh, he was more on edge than normal. Eli had the potential to be dangerous. Nate didn't know why the message had told him to find Eli. Maybe it was a set up. Maybe he was here to kill them. Or maybe not. Maybe it was all in his head and Eli was here to help. Either way, Nate was ready for a fight if he needed to be.