Cleo stood, still smoking Beretta's cigar as she left the room, likely to get dressed.<br/><br/>Beretta was still sipping her coffee thoughtfully. His questions could be the key to a bigger mystery... or the answers could be as simple as that two factions within the company hired freelancers without knowing the other had as well. "Well... A fight between two grays out in the open could certainly draw the attention of the media. We both know how much destruction we could have caused going up against one another. That square would have been rubble. But I don't think this whole thing was just to get us to off each other. What would be the point? It's not like either of us is privy to any proprietary information they need kept hidden and there are more where we came from. If someone's trying to take out grays, they're going about it in the slowest way possible. I don't think it had anything to do with us personally... although I am wondering why some high society, rape obsessed rich bitch would have anything to do with corporate espionage."<br/><br/>She set down the coffee as Cleo returned. She looked like an entirely different person with severe makeup, brown hair in a ponytail, and wearing a sharp edged suit and gloves. It was quite the casual dominatrix look. Her client likely liked it rough.<br/><br/>"Of course it's normal. We're the animals at the zoo. Most of them are afraid of us and those that aren't are stupid," Beretta said as she stood, walking over to a weapons locker and putting away her rifle.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't know," said Cleo as she checked her makeup in a mirror by the door. "I can look as normal as the rest of them." She keyed open the door. "Later, kiddies. I gotta go fuck a rich old guy." The door hissed shut behind her.<br/><br/>"You don't have to leave, you know," she said to Carth. "I don't meet a lot of other grays these days."  She walked toward the kitchen. "Join me for breakfast?"