[i]"Hmm... I could be wrong, but I think it's nothing serious. Just a random thug. Carry on,"[/i]

With that dealt with somewhat, Nathan continued his walk towards The Pit. From the sounds of it, Linn and Cora were being a pair of slow pokes. [i]"Whatever."[/i] he thought to himself as he slowed down a bit. Giving quick glances around them, Nathan kept an eye out for anything else suspicious. After a bit, Nathan let his vigil fall for a second and just walked and enjoyed the [i]wondrous[/i] atmosphere of the dank, sketchy, street he was walking down. Idly Nathan looked up at the sky and was mildly disappointed to find that there wasn't any stars in the sky, not that he was surprised. It was a New York after all. 

[i]"Eyes front soldier, lets get out of this intact before discussing dinner and drinks."[/i]

Switching his gaze from the sky back to Stitches, Nathan couldn't really fight that logic no matter how hard he wanted to. Eyes front. Nathan was about to say something witty when he noticed that Stitches was acting a little fidgety, deep breaths and the such. Before he could say any comforting words, Stitches went back into that oh so nice walk and gained some confidence back. It was true, this whole thing was a little sketchy. Plus the place Nathan was heading to was one he hoped he would never see again, and the fact that if they messed this up than a dangerous criminal would still be on the loose. "Yeah, not ideal." he thought to himself as they continued on their way. 

[i]"We can wait up for Cora and Linn outside the alleyway where were less likely to asked for our wallet and phones."[/i]

His attention back to the present, Nathan looked back at Stitches and said "That would be a good idea, but only for the backup. They aren't going to care about our age or whatever. They will just give us a pat down and send us in, but I'd watch out if I were you. These guy's will pocket anything of value you have on ya, or maybe cup a feel." His face twisted in disgust at that last prospect, those were one of the worst people in his book. "Slime balls." he said to no one in particular.

Giving a sigh, Nathan pulled his mask off and ran a hand over his short hair before looking at Stitches, "Listen, I need to at least warn you before we leave the frying pan. When we get down there you are going to see a part of me I hoped would stay buried. Just... don't judge me too harshly when the shit hits the fan."