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</a><br/><br/>The last attacker does not surrender, perhaps mistakenly believing the smoke grenade is hiding his movements. Instead, one gloved hand wrapped around Alpha's ankle and began pulling her towards the doorway. Alpha attempts to twist out of his grasp, but with her nerves still wracked by the effects of the Taser, accomplishes nothing more than rolling over.<br/><br/>Her next movements are simpler. She bends her legs, dragging herself closer to the man as he pulls her away, and drives her other heel into his side. He grunts, feeling the impact even through his body armour, and releases her ankle. Her legs intertwine themselves in his and force him off balance, sending him crashing to the floor. She tries to flip up off her back onto her feet, but still clumsy, overshoots and lands on her face again.<br/><br/>The man rolls over and drives an elbow into her left kidney, causing Alpha to cry out in pain. She tries to roll away, but the man grasps her left wrist and transitions into a sitting position on her back. She tries to wrench her arm out of his grasp, but her body - though optimized - is still only human. She hasn't the strength to overpower the man's grip from such a weak position, and she currently lacks the agility to slip out of his grasp. Planting her wrist on the small of her back, the man holds it in place with a knee before grabbing her other wrist with both hands and forcing it back to meet the first. With a quick, practiced movement, he pulls a ziptie from his tactical gear and binds her wrists together, then grabs a handful of her hair. Standing, he looks around, trying to orient himself through the smoke, trying to remember where the exit is.