Enrico was a man of simple tastes. He was spending this fine evening relaxing in Utopia, drinking a nice warm cup of joe in nearby a cafe with a nice view of the square from the hilltop vantage point. Or at least, that was how he planned to spend the rest of the afternoon. Unfortunately, Murphy's Law was in full effect today as, almost immediately after the whole warning public service announcement with the Nesterov Clan's elder, he heard the sounds of explosions, screaming, gunshots, and rather loud yelling. It seemed that he was no longer viewing a nice, peaceful park-plaza and was instead being witness to a rather large hostage situation. How fun. 

The Spaniard stood from his seat along with a few other cafe patrons, morbid curiosity piqued by the commotion caused by the suicidal fools who pulled this charade. As he watched the event transpire, beginning with the bearded man's threats. Even if Enrico hadn't debunked his assumption that this was the Kimera Tenma already - they weren't nearly [i]that[/i] suicidal after all - the man's ranting definitely made sure there was no mistake. 

These were just a bunch of jealous loons who didn't know what they were doing, and most of the people they had summarily drafted into their group were only there to save their own skin. Essentially, all they had was the illusion of numbers. In reality, they didn't gain any effective combat strength whatsoever. Enrico knew this well enough and was on his way down the hill to further examine the situation in order to see if there was anything he could do to assist. 

After arriving near the circle of bystanders immediately outside the hostage situation, Enrico continued watching, occasionally moving to get alternative looks at it. From the looks of it, he'd have to take them out fast and stealthily enough to make sure the others don't notice anything amiss, or everything would start exploding again. Unfortunately, he lacked any Bukizoku effective for the situation at hand. Sure, Gorgoneion could petrify them all, but then it'd petrify [i]them all[/i], including the hostages and bystanders. Nor could Talaria and Aidos Kynee allow him to take them out non-lethally quickly and quietly enough.

Fortunately for the Spaniard, however, the Tsurara Clan Police Force decided to appear from within the crowd and show their strange uniforms once more. He'd never get used to that sight - though thankfully [i]he[/i] was no longer on the receiving side of one of their manhunts - nor would he ever forget what a friend told him about the recreations of their uniform being popular at a certain sort of establishment, the bastard. Seemed it was all some kind of elaborate sting operation to apprehend some criminals. Enrico wasn't the type to go out of his way to assist people who obviously didn't need the help - anonymity was a [i]very[/i] useful resource to have after all - so he just stood and watched like the rest.