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</a><b>Paradise City, USA - Shredder</b><br/><br/>When the man hesitated, Shredder stopped her movement, her hand only beginning to squeeze the leg of her meatshield painfully. Since he dropped the rifle after that, the ruthless cyborg opened her mechanical hand and did not break any legs: she gingerly started to put down the woman she held up by the back of the neck and deposited her on the ground just as Alpha gets out of her restraints. The mask did not indicate whether the cyborg looked at her, but somehow the scientist got the impression that she was the focus of Shredder's attention now.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"<i>Ach nee</i>!"</span>Came an exhasperated expression of 'oh no!' in german, the first and best language both of the young (relatively speaking, obviously), know.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">I knew your name sounded familiar.</span>"</span>The metal woman sighed, which was a... noise like static coming through her voicechanger.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"No, I am not with them, that's right."</span></span>She confirmed, before pointing at the man that had his hands behind his head.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Shouldn't you tie his hands?"</span></span>Shredder digressed, but only for a moment.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">I'm not here to destroy you or abduct you, Frau Dr. Astara. My boss simply wanted this meeting to end as peacefully and smoothly as possible; I was the last resort in case it didn't go like they wanted.</span>"</span>From what she said, then, it seemed as though Shredder was wearing the white hat this time around.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"How good are you at first aid and gunshot treatments?"</span></span>The cyborg asked out of left field, as now it was her "turn" to ask a question.