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</a><b>Paradise City, USA - Shredder</b><br/>The masked mercenary merely nodded her assent at the first comment in german: she laughed a little and told Alpha<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Don't knock it. How do our countrymen say...</span> '<i>money </i>makes the world go round'?"</span>The sound of the chuckling was not one that the vocal changer was designed to replicate and it showed.<br/><br/>The cringing din of the mercenary's amusement over, Shredder's tone somehow became mocking: it was quite a feat, considering the machine that changed her voice and stuff.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"So what, should I become a pig and try to catch villains when they show their ugly mug? I have <i>knives</i> for hands, if you did not notice."</span></span>She lifted one of her ginormous claws and flexed her fingers with those tipped blades at the end. They weren't retractable, it seemed.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Or maybe I should become a politician, telling lots of optimistic <i>lies </i>that I could never in a million years follow through on."</span></span>The raven-haired, blood-splotched mercenary watched Alpha work on the meatshield she'd used and then asks<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Are you sure you don't want to help the guys I <i>shot </i>in the chest first? I know they were wearing vests and all, but I'm pretty sure some bullets got through."</span></span><br/><br/>Behind the mask, the mercenary kept her eyes wandering up and down the Doctor's body, shameless. Not like her stare could be seen by anyone, given the dark opaque glass covering her eyes. When the good doctor moved from patient to patient, Shredder followed her, staying at a good sanitary distance.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Why should <i><b>I</b></i> care about history and all that stuff? That won't help me when I'm six feet under: I'm much better off stealing, coercing and killing for money to enjoy myself with while I'm alive."</span></span>She didn't seem to care about leaving a mark on the world, or have any moral quandaries to keep her from a violent lifestyle. Shredder appeared to be more of a sociopath doing everything in her power for selfish gain.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Do you know how much this stint has netted me? Just for a few hours of work, half of which were sleeping?"</span></span>She grinned, behind her mask: it might not have been visible, but she sounded smug as hell.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"A quarter million. And it's not even crime-related, so my record's clean."</span></span>