Carter was deep into the thick crowds of the club, her crystal orbs scanning the packed place. She had her phone in hand, a GPS tracking app open, with a rhythmic blip absorbing her attention. She wasn't getting anywhere closer to her target, but neither was she getting further away. So she stood still, not wanting to loose the trace. She flicked her head to view the other side of the room and sighed when nothing came up trumps. She had become bored, a slight problem with the young woman as she slumped in her spot. Huffing to herself, she decided to take one more sweep around the club to try detect another sort of trace, and to give herself something to do. Half way around, to her delight, the blips rapidly become more consistent. She followed her new found lead to the back end of the club. Some people cleared from her path as she came face to face with the men's toilets.

Seriously?

Suddenly the device in her hand silenced which was surprising to her. She also took it as a massive piss-take, she hadn't a clue how to find the exact target.

For fucks sake, there could be loads of guys in that restroom, it could be anyone but I would have no way of knowing which. I guess I'll just have to look like a massive weirdo perv in the guy's toilets.

She took a deep inhale, and pushed open the door to the restroom. The scene that greeted her was surprising, to say the least.

Maybe it won't be that hard.

Only three men habited the restroom.

One, young but quite stocky, scruffy moustache, collapsed on the floor, clutching his throat.

Another, faced away from her, on his knees, grabbing at the sink pipe wrapped around his throat, more than likely couldn't breathe.

And the final, also faced away, just so happened to be the one holding the sink pipe against the another's neck.

She barely thought as her instincts kicked in, as well as her adrenaline. She pounced forward, swinging her leg high as it collided with the man's head, knocking him back and freeing the other from being choked. The attacker quickly sprung back to his feet, only to be met with Carter's fist as she delivered quick blows to his stomach. After a few landed punches, the attacker caught her fist, and twisted it behind her back, spinning her around then kicking her away from him.

The bearded bloke from the floor had seemingly recovered and executed a sharp kick of his own upon the attacker's chest. He stumbled back into the grasp of the other man, a slightly shorter, older man but still quite possessing a well toned frame. He spun him around and began to swing at him.

They fought back and forth for a while before the older man gained the advantage and tackled him through the corner of the dividing wall. The fight continued for a short while, both the attacker and the younger and elder man, who appeared to be working together, producing equally matched fighting techniques.

It was evenly matched and neither side was really gaining any advantage until Carter decided to re-intervene with a charged kick to the attacker's chest followed by a forceful tackle, resulting in the man sprawling across the restroom tiles. Just as he was about to get up to continue to beat the shit out of them all, a gunshot rang out.

Oh shit.