Nathan sat at attention at the mentioning of fight clubs. Not his proudest moments, but Nathan did learn how to fight how he does in these types of clubs. Flashes of broken teeth and money flooded into Nathans mind, it was a dirty business but very lucrative. In Alaska Nathan earned himself quite the name in these fights, one cocky or desperate bastard and Nathan just dukeing it out for a wad of cash. Nathan never really liked it, but homeless was homeless and Nathan didn't like dumpster dinners all that much. Giving a sigh, Nathan pulled the mask off his face and ran his fingers through his hair. 

"I can check out the fight clubs, I've got experience in that department." It wasn't desirable, but if it meant some clue towards getting the mission done than Nathan would do it. Slumping his head back against the wall of the plane, Nathan continued "These things are usually run by two people. The banker and ring man. The banker deals with all the valuables like money, jewelry, and secrets. The ring man would keep tabs on fighters. I can get to both if I can get on their good sides." Taking his water bottle, Nathan took another swig and wished that it was a shot of kidney courage. The fights always brought out the worst in him and Nathan didn't want to head down that road again.