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'In today's news, the e-child rapist strikes again, hacking into the brain of a 6 year old girl and having e-sexual intercourse with her, causing severe pain to the child before deleting certain memories from her cyber brain. Authorities are still not clear as to how the perpetrator targets his victims and how he gains access to their cyber brains. Authorities have compiled this picture of the perpetrator but no identity has been found. He is wanted for 56 counts of child rape through Asia and the American empire. Authorities have asked if any-'

She turned off the television sickened by the image. Another victim. This time a 6 year old girl in Asia, which seems to have been his favorite place to find young girls. She knew that they victims would never be the same again through their experience, if they survived. Only about 25 percent of his victims survived, but not without repercussions. Slowly inhaling a breath from her cigarette, she began reading through the posted articles that were still being printed in old world newspapers.

"You're one sick bastard." she whispered, posting the latest article on her clip board. She thought of the victims' families and how they were distraught from one lone hacker with a sick fetish. Biting into the butt of the cigarette, her pocket computer beeped. Touching the button to release the holo screen she began reading the information on the screen. "Well, well, well. They decided to go through with the contract after all." Sighing heavily, she left her posting board and went to her desk, compiling information on her latest assignment.

"Yakumara Mizuno. Age 28, wanted by the Yakuza and Japaneses Public Security Division for 26 counts of international drug trafficking, illegal sales of cyber components including illegal augmented limbs, 5 counts of first degree murder which include 2 officers and 3 Yakuza members, 9 counts of grand theft auto, 3 counts of assault, 13 counts of illegal distribution of heavy fire arms, 6 counts of rape. Man you're a real work of art." Cross referencing his last known where abouts, she sighed reading the locations which were scattered throughout greater Tokyo. "Looks like it's gonna be a long train ride."

Surfing the net once again, several incidences began popping up in the papers about extreme acts in one certain sector of Tokyo. "Well, looks like no better place to find scum than in the gutters." Gathering several automatic hand guns, armor piercing bullets, knives, 3 swords, a broken down high powered riffle, various pieces of body armor and camouflaged body suit, 6 cold medical packs, passport, mock clearance papers, wallet with fake ID and a golden locket, she turned to the door with 2 other bags in hand. Setting the alarm and traps, she disappeared into the night.

The sun's bright orange rays began to turn yellow, increasing the heat index outside gradually by a degree every hour. The streets were already bustling with people and cyborgs hurrying about their way in the rat race to be on time for work. Being on time...that was something Major Kusanagi sometimes had a problem with, especially days like today when she had been up late working her other 'job'. No matter how she justified it just being business, a god portion of her ghost still enjoyed the splash panels, even if she was heterosexual. Or was she? Some days, the question of her sexuality rolled through her mind between the male counter parts she like and the female experiences she relished in created so many blurred lines that one would have to wonder if being one or the other was just a figment of our imaginations brought upon by full cyberization. Did bisexuality really exist or, in the end, no matter how technologic man becomes, we are just a half step from our carnal sexual desires of the animalistic side of man's being. 'Not today' she thought, putting the questions aside for later.

Pulling up to the red light her thoughts were interupted by a code nine frequency. "Major. You know there's a meeting starting in 5 minutes with the chief right?" Smiling she looked down at her clock and ahead to the traffic. "Yes Batou I know. I'm about 10 minutes away."

"Another late night I see. You know the chief is gonna flip when you walk in 5 minutes late." She chuckled a bit knowing how the chief would react. Usually with a stern serious remark to her, then proceeding with his briefing. He wasn't big on paperwork in dealing with his own sector, as long as they did the job to their exceptional, he was happy with that. "Well, I guess I will just have to hear another stern remark about my tardiness." she chuckled easing into a curve. "Alright, Major. See you when you get here. Batou out."

Cruising along one of the straight aways leading to section 9, she looked to her wrist at a watch. She remembered this was the only memento left behind from that day. As of late, besides her other 'job' she had been haunted by hazy dreams, the name Kira repeating over and over again as she saw her fingers touch the semi precious metal watch. Maybe the light nights were starting to tax her cyber brain after all.

Scanning her clearance, parking her car and riding the elevator to the floor containing the meeting room, her hands still traced along the metal the watch. "Kira..." she said, staring at the watch.

Upon entrance to the meeting, she was greeted by the usual faces. Togusa of course quirking his usual brow at her entrance and Batou smiled with his arms crossed. The chief giving his stern looks at her late entrance and giving the "Next time you're late just call in" statement before continuing with his latest report from headquarters. Taking her seat and crossing her arms, she looked to the chief expectantly for him to continue his report.

"Ahem. There have been reports circulating the web that a rogue Yakuza by the name of Yakumara Mizuno contacting various extremist and terrorist groups for trafficking weapons again. With Yakumara's track record for dealing in illegal weapons, it doesn't come as much surprise that he would be contacting outside countries to his dealings. Reports have also speculated that Yakumara could be seeking asylum in one of the countries housing terrorist groups."

"So he's a punk kid trying to make a few extra bucks and fly the coup. Big deal, why are we after him? Shouldn't we go after his clients?" Batou was a bit skeptical about this kid. Young and stupid, wanted by the Public Security Division and by the Yakuzas seeking safety in another country. However, his clients would be a bigger concern than the kid who was most likely a middle man. "He does have a point. This kid's most likely a middle man." Togusa agreed, shifting in his chair, "If the kid goes down, then his dealer will find another punk to do his dirty work."

"Gentlemen, normally that would be the case. However, there has been a recent report of a shipment of radioactive materials from an old shut down nuclear plant suddenly disappearing in quantity. Amongst some of the materials were high grade uranium and a half kilo of weapons grade Plutonium. One of the operators of the reckon shipment ID's Yakumara as being the one orchestrating the hijacking. Radioactive materials in the hands of a terrorist group could mean devastation on an international level if planned correctly."

"So the kid may not be just another Yakuza reject punk after all." The major chimed in, reading information on Yakumara Mizuno's file. "It seems the police have arrested him on numerous occasions, but no charges were filed and he was released. Seems like they ID'ed him under another name and after no prints registered, released him. Someone failed in their job."

"Yes, Major. And now this has escalated due to negligence on their behalf to a terrorist class investigation, utilizing Division 9's expertise. There is also further information. Ishikawa."

"Thank you chief." Directing their attention to the center of the table, a holo screen appeared with various information scrolling on it. "It seems that there is a contract out for Yakumara as well for 2.5 million yen, which equates to about 20,000 American empire dollars." Batou whistled thinking how much that would get on the market place for new gym equipment. "Any takers on the contract?" Ishikawa inputted some information and pulling up different mercenaries and assassins for hire. "Only one name came across as accepted the terms of the contract."

"Terms?"

"Yes. The terms on the contract state to kill Yakumara with a traditional Japanese Bushido blade, return to them his right hand only. This would make it difficult for the usual crew of mercenaries and assassins with the turn of recent events. As you can imagine, Yakumara would be heavily guarded. Only one name mercenary returned a response." Pulling up the name with a record, the team looked curiously at the image. For one, there wasn't a picture of the person, only a name and wrap sheet. "He is called Angelis for numerous reasons. There isn't an image to cross reference, no have any clients seen him. The only way to contact this Angelic is via old email or he contacts you via email. No cyber links have been recorded, no bank records except for an escrow account opened numerous years ago feeding out into several other accounts then disappearing to a cold trail, there's not even so much as a finger print to ID the perk. Only a name and 18 counts for first degree murder of wanted criminals which 10 of the 18 were bounties set by various governments, 7 charges for destroying public, private and government property with the use of illegal explosives, Believed to have 138 counts for hacking into high level systems, including those of the America empire's CIA, various European state governments and even into the Public safety Divisions of sectors 3, 5 and 6."

"Doesn't sound like a big fish mercenary." The major sat up in her chair, reading through the various information on the screen. "What weapons were recorded being used during some of his operations?"

"Old world desert eagles, 9 mm with hollow explosive tips, blade marks, automatic riffles. You name it, it's been used. Even a tank grenade used in kamikaze mission which, ironically, Angelis survived with one other survivor who did not see a face, only blood. DNA analysis of the hair fibers and blood popped no returns. In short, this Angelis is something or someone who doesn't exist in any data banks and has not missed a target yet."

"So we now have to deal with a not to amateur mercenary along with retrieving the missing shipment of radioactive waste materials. Sounds like good times. Chief, what's the plan."

"There has been a meeting scheduled between Yakumara and an unknown buyer from abroad at 20:00 in tomorrow. Major, I'm counting on you and the team to secure that shipment. If possible bring Yakumara in alive. I don't want this matter getting messier than it already has become."

"Right, chief."

"Dismissed."

22:00 hours

She arrived into Japan hours after the sun had set. The crisp city air filling her lungs with an intoxicating sense of comfort in a strange way. Even the amount of crime, violence and underground dealings still had a sense of comfort for the recent arrival. Haling a taxi, she gave the driver the address upon dropping her bags in the trunk. "No taking me for a ride.?

"Uh, sure."

The lights faded between florescent and halogen as the car drove through one of its busiest districts. It was pretty run down filled with the have nots, the scrapers, bottom feeders. The gutter of all districts. 'Perfect' she thought to herself instructing the cab driver to stop. Pulling her bags from the trunk, she leaned to his window handing him his payment. "Ma'am, don't you think this area is well... a bit dangerous. I can take you to a nice spot on the other side of town if you just-"

"Shut the fuck up and leave. I'm fine here. Now leave" The driver huffed taking the money and speeding off. Several characters looked to the new arrival with great curiosity, not sure if she was lost, crazy or just that kind of 'character' you don't mess with. After a few stare downs, she manage to deter further attention, though she still held the attention of several characters. 'Some things never change' she thought to herself ducking into a dark alley way. There were only two lights in this area, one at the top of some old stair cases and the other flickering on and off near a dumpster blocking the pathway. Running to the dumpster and stopping, she dropped her bags from her shoulders and waited. And they took the bait.

Two men walked through the alley way knowing that it was blocked. Laughing, they started to close in on her location.

"Well, well, miss lady, looks like you took a wrong turn."

"Don't worry" the other one teased, twirling his blade about, "we'll make sure you get to the right place. After we have a little fun."

"Oh. Is that right?" Drawing a gun from one of the pockets of the backs and screwing on a silencer, she ducked further into the corner until her back touched the cold metal and the concrete wall. Placing on a pair of sun glasses, th infrared scanner locked onto their location, giving her a good view of their key 'hot spots' as she called them. "What do you say girlie. Come out of the dark and play."

"Sure thing big man." she smirked, steadying her hands.

The shots were never heard nor the sound of the bodies dropping to the ground. Soon, she emerged from the ally way, brushing her pants off. Looking to the street signs and the numbers on the buildings, she began heading off into the direction of her hotel, nonchalantly walking amongst the crowd.

Soon enough she arrived at the place. It wasn't the greatest in the world nor was it too shabby. "Will you be needing anything else ma'am?" the clerk asked, fearful to make eye contact. Brushing her fingers through her white strands of hair, she looked back to the clerk. "Nah, that's all I need. Just point me into the direction is all that I'm needing." Nervously the clerk pointed to the elevator. Nodding to thank her, she headed to her room on the elevator. Just your typical hotel room with a private bath. From this elevation she could look out upon this district, watching the lights flicker with life.

"Well, better get to work." Pulling out an archaic looking laptop, she plugged it into a hub and began process. "Hmmm, Yakumara Mizuno, where would you be." Infiltrating the police division's computer system by latching onto the 'sniffer' program that swept for hackers, she began scrolling through the layout of this district, all key terminals for financial institute, chat panels and other terminals for data. Cross referencing these terminals with Yakumara's background she began to narrow down the process, until she hit a wall in the police force's records. "Classified? Yeah right. There's no such thing as classified in this age. Just gotta have the right key."

Going through her command prompts and inputting data into her programs, slowly the different levels of security surrounding Yakumara's files were broken down one by one. What should have taken an hour only took less than 5 minutes since most up to date security systems seem to purge old hacking programs before the age of cyberization. For most hackers nowadays, this meant it was more of a challenge to infiltrate any systems or better yet, hack brains. But for her, the old programs and their usefulness provided the excellent opportunity to gain access into programs not suited for the outdated hacker formats. Though it was better, it still had it's drawbacks such as the easiness of their traceability. In the end, wasn't this just a part of the thrill anyways?

Breaking down the last level of classification, her eyes scanned through what information was left. "Interesting" she mused to herself reading what information was in the files was transferred to another area. Tracing the transfer logs, she found herself digging into the Public Security Division database. "Public security? what the?" After diving in further into the intricate networks and pathways the transfer took, she came to a sudden stop in the system, reading where the information was held. "Sector 9. Hmph. It keeps getting better."

Switching to another program on her mini tab and executing the terminal bound program, she lit a cigarette and inhaled its contents slowly, smiling as her fingers went away. 'Sector 9, sector 9, why does this seem so familiar?' After going further it finally hit her. 'Sector 9. Anti Terrorist division. Hmmm...' She inhaled another breath of her cigarette, thinking while trying to avoid detection in the system.

23:00

Major Kusanagi leaned back in her chair, reading through the records of this Angelis person. Cross referencing each of the files from the 10 cases, mostly incidents were most wanted hackers, murders or rapists wanted dead or alive. If the bounty hunters couldn't catch them, then they contacted this Angelis or he contacted them. The cases were fascinating even for a mercenary. The other 8 cases were quite different. All based in Japan of child rapists and molesters, all killed within the several districts of Japan after substantial evidence that could convict the criminals either came up missing or were deemed inconclusive.

The families of the victims were not rich either. Many of which were children ages 6 and above who had under gone cyberization due to abnormal accidents and diseases courtesy of various charities. Whenever they would seek help from authorities however, many were turned away. The perpetrators in these cases were often middle to upper class citizens with sick fetishes, one of whom was the son of a corrupt ambassador. After questioning his loyalties and investigating into his personal life, he was sentence to a political prison for falsification of evidence, conspiracy and illegal activities involving the yakuza's dealings in certain areas.

"So you're not just some riff raff. You actually have morals for a mercenary. It keeps getting better." After a few minutes of cross referencing, she looked back to their prime objective.

Yakumara Mizuno. Age 28, wanted by the Yakuza and Public Security division for 26 counts of international drug trafficking, illegal sales of illegal augmented cyber components, 5 counts of first degree murder which including 2 police officers and 3 Yakuza members, 9 counts of grand theft auto, 3 counts of assault, 13 counts of illegal distribution of heavy fire arms, 6 counts of rape.

"Rape. Let's see the victims." Before she could go any further, the Major encountered a rather curious pop up screen of the same information and cross reference with the district police. "Hmmm?" Letting the screen continue on, she placed her head on her fist, watching the screen go to work, then realized who it was. "So you're here after all Angelis." Smirking, she began inputting information to trace the source of this hacking. "Let's see where you're hiding, shall we?"

The hotel

She rummaged through the system before her alarm sounded. She was being traced. It would take the system 5 minutes before it traced her exact location. "Just one more minute" she muttered to herself, hastily going through all her pop ups. "20:00 hours tomorrow? This hotel?" she read, going through the recent report

Sector 9

Motoko's eyes widened as the page containing the report was accessed. Trying desperately to close out the classified information, she failed in her attempts. "Dammit!" she yelled, shutting the pop up 20 seconds too late.

The hotel

She smirked hitting the print screen button. In one quick motion, she jerked the connection cords, causing sparks to fly her connection cord. The hub was still live and still going. In one last minute though, she jerked the power connection from the hub itself, stomping on it to damage it completely to where even the internal battery wouldn't give off a signal. In her favor this worked, but not without the drawback of yet another hub destroyed. "Dammit! These things are a bitch to get on the market." she huffed, reading the screen shot captured just before she exited.

Sector 9

The major sucked on her teeth looking at the reports of the trace. Even with the advancement of technology, she was only able to get a broad area of Tokyo. 'So at least we know you're here' she thought looking at all the different districts to the north wing. Sighing heavily, she cut off her terminal. "Well, looks like you won this one, Angelis. I'll be watching." She muttered, heading to the sleeping cubicle for a much needed nap. Plans for the retrieval could wait a few hours longer.