Gonk? Ripperdoc?'Delta out'? Merika sighed, smiling at her wife.<br/><br/>"...why do you insist on using California slang from circa 2020?" Merika bemoaned, clearly not intending to seek an answer. "There are no qualms with guns; he just has to live without permanent injury. His security and the security here... well, they didn't specify, but 'professional courtesy' yes?"<br/><br/>Merika pulled up an image in Elektra's AR interface of the target: Hispanic, about midway between  Merika and her wife in age, Azzie-inspired neo-formal two-piece suit, reeked of sleezy corporate headhunter or Aztlan-inspired take on the classic-yet-infamous Scarface look. Only thing not completing the look was a kilo of novacoke going up his sinuses.<br/><br/>"We shouldn't just go in there and assault him; we should probably do a proper street-sam job, professional angle," Merika thinks out loud as she fingers her firearm beneath the right side of her jacket. "He needs to think he's pissed off someone with the pull for seasoned professionals. Which to be fair, considering your age and experience one of us is, but you know what I mean. Puts us at a slight disadvantage, but I can always get behind you...<br/><br/>"...oh, and please try NOT to get on stage and suck someone's dick, please," Merika says, smirking at her wife as she showed a scene from the inside of the club, showing the naked dancers on stage. "You be a good mommy, now, at least until we finish knocking him around?"