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</a><br/><br/>Alpha holds her position silently, watching the cyborg cautiously for a moment, before finally sighing through her nose and lowering her hands.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"So you're just a mercenary, then,"</span></span>she says, switching to German. Stepping over to the kneeling man, she pulls a handful of zip-ties out of his gear and binds his wrists behind his back. It was a challenge for her to break just one pair, but she binds him with two just in case.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Just like <i>him.</i> And the rest of them. And...many of these attendees, I think. Whatever skills, whatever resources you have, and you can find no greater use for them than to make money."</span></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><b>"Is anyone injured?"</b></span>she calls out to the attendees, in English.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"If you need help, raise your hand! Has anyone called an ambulance?"</span><br/><br/>"I did," someone shouts from the crowd. A few people raise their hands, but their injuries look minor. With the attendees on the floor by the time the gunfire started, few suffered anything more than bruises and fright. Those most in need of treatment were the attackers themselves, and Alpha gets to work immediately. She's still wearing nothing more than her black bra and panties, but doesn't try to cover up. At 43, she has a better body than she's ever had in her life, and she's not afraid to show it off.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"History does not remember mercenaries,"</span></span>Alpha tells the cyborg over her shoulder as she beings providing first aid to the injured female attacker.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"I can change the world with my abilities. Maybe you can, too."</span></span>