Nate was surprisingly calm when the gunfire began. So long as he wasn't the one being shot at, he didn't much care. And for once, he wasn't the one being shot at. He was immensely confused about the latest goings on though. Beardy weirdo seemed to have something against nosey parker's car. Was it a local thing.? Did people in Buckhead just not like cars? Was there some kind of secret Montague and Capulet rivalry going on. That was a ridiculous theory but he did hope it was true. It would explain a lot.
He barely reacted when Vin was tackled to the ground except for to stifle a smile. He could have helped but he wasn't about to insert himself into someone else's business when it could result in a bullet being inserted into
him. What was of far more concern to Nate was the gaggle of goons heading their way with handguns. They were probably after nosey parker too but Nate couldn't take the chance that they were here for J.J. It was his job to protect her after all.
He was momentarily distracted by...whatever the hell started to happen with the two on the ground though. As the tattoos on Vin's body began to attack his attacker, Nate pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket. He put them on, only to immediately whip them back off to illustrate his surprise.
This guy had powers too? This suddenly became his business and he regretted not bringing another pair of cuffs. Maybe J.J and the new guy could share. But, all jokes aside, meeting someone else with powers was an important lead in his investigation. And these idiots with guns were trying to bury that lead...right after they killed it.
Time to take action. Nate Reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a handgun. "Time to play action hero." he said out loud to really no one but himself. Not even turning to face Jennifer, he informed her "You may want to duck." before placing his hand over her face and shoving her onto her ass.
He stepped out into the middle of the alley and seemed to split into three of himself. All three Nate's leveled their guns at the oncoming goons and yelled "Freeze! Police!".
Both Nate and one of his clones slowly turned to look at the third, who had actually yelled "Fashion police!" at their stares, he returned the look and complained "What? Those suits are
cheap!"
