Piling on another stack of equipment into the Quadra's passenger seat I once more spotted the TC grunts watching me out of the corner of my eye.
"She's doing it again."
The quartet of Tyger Claw guards watched the demon known as Motoko Kusanagi load an armory's worth of guns, ammunition and armor into her Quadra.
"You know those three gonks that stole from Wakako last week? I hear it was her who hunted them down."
Purple hair bobbed and swished side to side as she plodded along with an HMG far too large for her frame, her torso tilted backward as she struggled to carry the unwieldy weight.
"One of my chooms said they saw her rip a 'Strom in half with her bare hands - and that was before she got the chrome."
She was humming a tune as she worked, barely audible at their distance but haunting all the same. Stains too dark to be dirt or rust coated the duffel bags she hefted over her shoulder.
"You know how the Oni zeroed a ton of Maelstrom in the Kamikaze? I heard she has an even higher kill count than her brother."
The almost assuredly lab-grown Arasaka ninja hefted a rocket launcher on one shoulder while a Nekomata dangled from her other arm. Her Quadra certainly had to be running out of space, now.
"One of my kid brother's chooms saw her outside her apartment, and you know what they said? That she wore armor, like a dough-girl."
"Fuckin' crazy."
"There's no way."
"Yeah right, and I'm the emperor."
With a great heave, deadliest creature they had ever laid eyes on crammed the last ammo box into her passenger seat, slapping her hands together as if to shake the dust off.
Scavs, gangers, corpos, nothing and no one was safe. Motoko Kusanagi was a beast of bloodlust, she would kill, and kill again. The next time they saw her, it would be after another massacre.
"Alright think I'm good here, I'm gonna head out. Could you guys get the gate for me?"
The Claws collectively shuddered as they imagined what inhuman cyberpsycho thoughts lied inside that head. The sooner she got out of their sights, the better.