Nate hears a second pair of bootsteps closing in on him, and the shadow that Lazarevic casts is not a small one. Still, Nate knows better than to react on a whim and immediately draw suspicion to himself. Its this error in judgement that lets him get so close, and even the momentary break in speed doesn't rescue him from the warlord's attack.

He's dazed and promptly abandons everything in his arms in favor of catching himself from colliding with the pavement. For all of Nate's blunders and clumsiness, let it never be said that he couldn't maintain balance when he needed it. He jerks forward and spins on his heel, immediately reaching for the pistol he doesn't have. Handheld weapons had no place in the hanger.

Crap. It was unlikely that Lazarevic didn't recognize him through various alterations if he had walked up to immediately throttle him.

"God damn it--don't you ever give up?"