Clint eyeballs the little sphere. Really? This is the plan... little to say he's not entirely impressed. He's starting to think maybe his original go to of jump up andpand plant bullets into eyesockets is a better bet.

But he's short on time. Even that small breath of sound and Jim's movements have drawn the Tank's attention. The mutant has turned and stalked after the small sounds. Further away from the rest of his team and into the dark. Nows the only chance to take the Tank out and get a fraction of time to reset to bring down the others.

Clint puts that perfect aim to practice and giving it a spin sends it rolling, twisting and turning through the table legs and bumped into the Tank's heel. The mutant stumbled to a stop and looked down as the little sphere hummed to life. In the blink of an eye all that was left of where the once hefty mutant was a fuzzy, dull grey animal that Clint couldn't tell if it was a rat, mouse or lemming.

The rodent looked as shocked at Clint felt.

"... I'll be damned..."