Nathan was feeling darkly victoreous. He just needed to escape and get away. How fucking hard could that be?! Pretty damn hard when you have the fricking popo and dogs and two moronic guys. One of which was Shadow, your ex's replacement you, on your tail. He growls and shoots once more. Missing again and swearing. He was getting pissed. He didn't want to hand over Shana. She was his damnit! In his mind at least. He halted as he about ran into traffic. Skidding and whirls around. Popo on all sides. He wasn't liking this. He runs to the side. Backing his back against a wall. He would stand off where he can't be shot in the back.