It was surprise that kept Beretta squeezing the trigger even after the bolts had been deflected. The clone had shown a presence of mind she hadn't expected. Coupled with the fact that he had gotten himself a job and managed to keep from being found until now, the implications were... well... cloning companies would certainly not want people thinking about them.<br/><br/>The operative ignored the fleeing clubbers, dropping the taser as the clone got to his feet. She drew her pistol, leveling it at his chest even as he threw out a hand in a silent plea for... mercy? Explanation? Beretta hesitated although she wasn't sure if it was because of his obvious distress or because she was reluctant to shoot him and be stuck with dead weight to transport back to processing. Either way, she had him dead to rights now. There were exits he could take and he certainly had demonstrated his ability to think quickly but there was little cover here and she would likely be able to tag him.<br/><br/>"Spire operative Beretta Vega. You're under arrest. If you resist, I have authorization to use deadly force." While keeping the gun trained on the clone, Beretta used her free hand to reach into a pouch on her belt, revealing a set of restraints. She tossed them on the floor at his feet. "Put them on."