[i]Celina walks over to him, not meeting his gaze. Crouching down, she reaches behind her and pulls out a metal collar--not one that would be suitable for a dog, but it was a sleek, spartan metal ring that she placed around Alpha's neck. It did the same thing that the pistol had done: stop neural signals from reaching the rest of his body. She then tries to pick him up, but fails to carry him for very long, her mostly un-augmented body too weak to carry the armored teenager. [/i] "Phoenix, carry him to your ship. I'll meet you there, and we can talk about what to do with him then."