Nate was on high alert. His whole being strung up tight as a wire as he held the case in his hands. His body ready. His senses ready. Ready for a fight or better a flight if needed. If needed. Everything was dependent on getting out of this alive. He had a job to do. It wasn't risking his life. His eyes narrowed to points. Nate knew the risks of getting made. He couldn't risk being made. If he did he'd end up on file. His career couldn't survive being made. That was the thing with filches. The more they stayed underground unknown, the better for business.<br/><br/>He noticed the enforcers almost as soon as they noticed him. Shit. He knew he wasn't on their criminal database. But he was a user... Shit. He feared they might give him a hard time just for having beast. It wasn't like he hid that at all... And now here he was holding a case of raw beast. Double shit.<br/><br/>He ducked into the nearest alley and went straight up the wall. Here's hopping they don't look up. Nate thought to himself. Here's hopping they think he went down the alley and kept on going straight. He hung half way up the wall upside down so he could see what was happening. Staying still as stone. He hopped they wouldn't notice him. That they would think he'd gone on. He had no idea if they would notice him or not. Honestly all he could do was hope.