<div style="text-align: center"><b>Paradise City, USA - Alpha</b>​</div><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/118819/#post-2937776">
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</a><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Money!"</span></span>Alpha scoffs, looking up from one wounded thug to shoot the cyborg a disdainful look.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"If you were paid so much for just this one job, then you must have plenty more money to your name. I've <i>seen</i> you do other work, after all. You are you going to do with all that money? I'm sure you could live in comfort without working another day in your life, and yet you keep working - not because you take pride in what you do, but for more <i>money."</i></span></span><br/><br/>She finishes work on one patient and stands up.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"When you die - and you live a violent life - your money will mean nothing. It will not go with you, if we in fact go anywhere. All you have ever worked for will be gone - "</span></span>She snaps her fingers.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">" - like that. That really means nothing to you? You're content to mean nothing, to not be remembered? Like an animal?"</span></span><br/><br/>From outside come the sounds of sirens, then feet running through the hallways. The police and EMTs in Paradise City don't mess around, especially in response to an armed attack on an assembly of the world's one percent. Alpha glances at the sound, then crosses her arms and looks at the cyborg again.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"It doesn't need to be police or political work. You could still change the world, even in some small way. Something to take <i>pride</i> in. Haven't you ever wanted to be more than someone's hired gun?"</span></span>