The 'chase' was surprisingly calm. The sirens soon disappeared into the distance as the armoured car and Nathaniel's Continental got farther away. The city was filled with cameras, however - and it was only a matter of time before law enforcement would be on their case. And then, there were the other assailants.

Eyes hopping between a traffic camera and the speed meter, Nathaniel eventually relented - if he kept this up, there was a real risk that he'd lose both his license and be forced to pay a fine. The blonde was probably in quite a bit of trouble too.

Slowing down and rejoining the flow of the traffic around him, Nathaniel produced his phone and went down the catalogue. Scrolling down to 'Fr' to see if he could find his former client. Her name sat right above that of Duncan's - a number provided to him by the X-men. His brows furrowed before proclaiming [color=forestgreen]"Shit, I'm the idiot"[/color]

With a few clicks, he sent the girl a voice message, now assuming a calm and professional tone, unlike the one he had just employed with her brother and the police officer. [color=forestgreen]"Clementine, this is Nathaniel Shanahan, I represented you in the vandalism case a few months back. I need to talk to you urgently. I saw what happened, you need to pick up and put me on speaker when I call."[/color]

Nathaniel continued and sent the eldest brother a similar message. [color=forestgreen]"Haze, this is Nathaniel Shanahan, your friends at the Institute asked me to watch your back. We need to talk. ... Also, what the fuck dude? Ororo didn't tell you to pick better company? You've gotten yourself into some deep shit now."[/color]

The two voice messages were followed by phone calls, first to Duncan, and if he didn't pick up, Clementine. Whoever it was that picked up, Nathaniel would immediately speak [color=forestgreen]"Thanks for picking up, put me on speaker, we need to resolve this quick."[/color] He'd pause for a brief moment, hoping that his request would be heeded before continuing [color=forestgreen]"Get to the parking garage by Albee Mall. The cameras on the first and second floors have been out for half a year. Once there, I'll pick you up and get you someplace safe. And if any of you decide to go trigger happy again, I swear that my next call will be to my father or that inbred french fool Loxley instead."[/color]