'This Kanada Tsukimura needs to die and it needs to be obvious that a Tyger Claw Princess is the one responsible. Right,' Motoko thought to herself as she sat in her apartment and wondered how she was going to do that.
The question was how was she going to do this. Bullets were meh for this job. Same for heavy ordinance and her Minotaur. A beheading by katana? That can go in the 'maybe' pile next to the poison tea idea.
She needed something that would say, 'you fucked with the wrong Tyger Claw princess (and my friend) and now here's your stupid prize and a bonus Darwin award.'
Motoko's gaze fell on her Tachikoma that was actually walking around happily. That's when she had an idea.
It took her a few days with her 3d printers running, her laptop open, programming, and cut-up scraps of cloth and material strewn around; but it was done. It wasn't well done, but it only needed to be useful once. The Tachikoma had been doing great controlling the small toy-sized version, so Motoko figured it was ready. She'd even got a level of Tech skill out of this whole project.
"What's in the crate, Motoko?" Malcolm said after he and Ichi had loaded it onto the truck. They had driven to a nearby restaurant where their target was eating dinner and parked nearby.
"It's a surprise!" she smiled as she plugged the Tachikoma into the cobbled together remote control device, "but first, I have to do something."
She walked out of the truck and looked around, "Hey, you! How would you like to make a quick hundred eddies?"
The random punk walking down the street looked like a Tyger Claw wannabe, a few years younger than her.
"What do I gotta go?"
"Just give this to that restaurant's manager. Tell him it's a gift for one of the patrons. The card attached should give him more deets. Fifty eddies now and fifty when you return and we have proof that the manager has it instead of it being in the trash or something," she held out a small wrapped gift with a card attached.
The boy eyed the package and made no motion to take it, "Is it gonna explode?"
"Ha! Great instincts, but no. It's completely harmless. Mostly symbolic of how the gift giver feels about that guy."
"Yeah, sure," the boy took the package and waited until the eddies were transferred and then went to the restaurant. A few moments later, he came out without the small box and walked over to Motoko. He stood there awkwardly until Motoko saw the manager walk out towards Kanada's table with the box.
She smiled and transferred the remaining fifty eddies to the kid and gave him a thumbs up as he left with a wave.
"Alright, now for phase two!" she laughed as she walked to the back of the truck, and opened the crate.
Kaneda was confused by the gift that Hayato had delivered to him. A small container of Tiger Balm brand ointment that the restaurant manager assured had not been tampered with. "Is this for my pain?" he wondered.
That's when suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a massive robotic white tiger ran across the street, leapt through the restauraunt window and onto him, and started enthusiastically mauling him with a digital roar.
While the other patrons wisely fled, his bodyguards kept firing at the robotic monstrocity until they hit something sensitive and it stopped moving, falling to one side.
Kaneda rose unsteadily to his feet, bleeding heavily, "I don't get it. First the Tiger Balm, now this tiger..."
There was a beeping noise from the fallen robot.
"Oh," Kaneda said, "Tiger Bo.."
That's when all the grenades Motoko stuffed in the temporary robot exploded, removing it, the target, and his unfortunate bodyguards.
Motoko smiled wider as she watched the flames rise and stopped her BD recorder. Then she noticed all her Section 9 chooms staring at her.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
"What the hell, Motoko!?" Malcolm guestured vaguely in the direction of the burning restaraunt, adding, "What the hell!?"
"You know the difference between a normal merc and a super awesome one, Malcolm?" the unapologetic girl asked before gesturing in what she thought was a cool pose, "Presentation!"
"That doesn't answer any of my questions, Motoko!"