"5!" Alex said, now behind the robber with his gun at the guy's shoulder, the one attached to the arm holding the nuke. He then fired, impaling his shoulder with a blade. Spinning on his heel, he brought his boot into the guy's side and sent him flying into the wall. Calmly walking up to the guy, he kicked the man in the chest, pinning him to the wall with the steel-toe boot, and likely breaking a few ribs. "Did you forget what I said before?" He asked. "And don't even think about using the fact the kid's a Syker as an excuse. You didn't know when you grabbed him, when you used him as a hostage. Don't bother with claiming he's a freak either. Sykers are humans, that's all there is to it. It's idiots like you who give them more grief then they deserve." Letting the man go, he grabbed him by the shirt, and dragged him to his feet. "Run," he ordered. "RUN!" He then roared after a second.