Maybe if she thought about it, Beretta would have grimaced at how quickly the man sold out his employee. But right now she was just glad this job had been easy so far. It really was strange that a gray had been sent after this clone. He was one guy, not even enhanced for combat. And certainly not very adept at flying under the radar. With any luck, this would be over in a couple of hours.<br/><br/>The gray left the club owner, shouldering past other patrons and looking incredibly out of place in her long coat and body armor among the flamboyantly dressed clubbers. Her hand went inside her coat, retrieving a taser gun. Someone among the crowd screamed, trampling a few others as they scrambled away. Beretta ignored them as she leveled the gun on Castor. Without a word, she fired, electrified projectiles arcing toward him.<br/><br/>((I'm really sorry it's short. I've been putting off posting because I've just been so exhausted lately but I felt like I needed to get you SOMETHING. I'm still exhausted, hence the length. But I have two days off to recharge a bit. Conveniently, this scene lends itself to a couple shorter posts.))