Malcolm's Nightmare...
"...chainguns, and even some missiles!" Motoko gushed as she violated his Caliburn even more, and the only thing holding him back was two things. Motoko would mop the floor with him, and Hiromi would make his life hell.
"At least you won't have to worry about someone shooting you again..." Ichi, the Traitor stated as Motoko started fitting some kind of thing into the front of the car.
"So she's figured out how to armor it up against small arms fire, cut down the engine while retaining performance, and is arming it with compact machine guns, and short range missiles." Hiromi muttered as she was looking at whatever data Motoko had sent them, he didn't really care cause he could barely see through the tears.
"Well at least she customized the truck first..." Ichi stated as he winced at Motoko removing the wheels and grabbing some kind of saw...
"No!" Malcolm chirped as everything became dark, and then nothingness.
Except for nightmares that used to be great dreams, being one with a Caliburn, but now he was confined to a garage as Motoko came at him with a large toolbox and a menacing saw...
"You'd think he was comforting a child or something..." Motoko grumbled as Malcolm just laid against the steering wheel and cried like a baby. "He even said that if I didn't restore it back to what it was that he would take it to the dealer and have them find a way to save his baby!"
"Well it is his baby..." Ichi replied as he refused to meet her gaze, he at least hadn't protested her fixing his ride.
"Men, what can you do?" Hiromi replied as she was working on whatever she wanted her to do to her bike, in fact she was very excited that Motoko would make her baby better no matter how many days it took.
Notes: My thoughts on what happens when something reminds Motoko of various Spy films or series, namely things like 007 and Mission Impossible. Maybe Night Rider...
Essentially inspiring her to do some Q work on Section 9's vehicles, and even make some personalized gadgets for them to carry on their person...