Nick continued on towards the staircase that undoubtedly led to the basement. Then, he saw 2 girls making there way inside; one firing into the crowd at New Order soldiers with a rifle. They were obviously no strangers to combat, but then that could be said to pretty much every person within the Nexus club. He pulled out his pistol and dropped the magazine, before sliding a new one in from the line of his jacket. The thing was definitely a work of great craftsmanship; filled with so many pockets small enough not to be noticed to large enough to fit a grenade or a couple of mags. If the two people who had just entered the basement didn't believe that he was a civilian (or that they had seen him killing a lot of Nexus members) things could get messy - and not for Nick.

He approached the basement, still pushing past the crowd that was the club, when he realised something. Juno, a New Order Captain he had "worked" with for a while, would probably be here. According to his commanding officer, she had been doing pretty well; and with that absurd yet oddly effective training regime to boot. Oh well, it could wait until either he was away from earshot or the 2 girls in the basement were dead. So as Nick walked towards the door, occasionally firing a shot or slicing someone, he began to wonder. What would his life had been like if he hadn't killed him... Or better yet, he learned to control his emotions sooner. Sure, they would've placed him under medical care eventually; but maybe if he hadn't done everything he had... Things could have been a lot different. He wouldn't be a designated Processor - or at least designated ID 0477 - and he wouldn't have been placed under the conditions he had been for so long. Then Nick shook his head to clear it, only to realise that he had stopped in front of the door to the basement which was now closed. It was time to put on a show.

Outside the door, a couple of gunshots rang out, followed by the calls and cries of a young man.
[b]"Shit... Please... Open the door... Please... I-I need help... damnit!"[/b] another set of shots went out, [b]"Get the fuck away from me! Please, open the damn door... I-"[/b] he very clearing sounded distressed. Any person in their right mind would have opened the door, no matter the situation. Nick pleaded from the other side, a smile across his face as he shot down Nexus members on stairs; all unarmed. Throughout it all, he pounded on the door with his free hand. He kept thinking as he continued the act; the innocent, naive and rather distressed boy was one of his favourite acts. It especially helped when the soldiers he dealt with didn't recognise him in casual wear. 
[b]"God damnit, I need help! Why cant you open the goddy door... Please..."[/b] when shots went out, and then the sound of the inevitable; the dead mans trigger. The click of an empty chamber resounded countless times before he decided to bring it out. Waterworks normally did the trick if nothing else worked. He began to cry crocodile tears as best he could without laughing or even snickering.
[b]"P-Please... I-I beg of you... They're gonna kill me... Please..."[/b] he broke down against the door, hitting his head lightly against it a couple of time; and a smile of pride across his face.