I decided to write a snip based off a joke I made earlier. Enjoy!
Motoko tapped her foot impatiently as she once again checked the time. She looked around the small building that reeked of cleaning supplies and old clothing. Turns out the big 'time sensitive' gig was that Wakako needed someone reliable to pick up her dry cleaning before they closed. Wakako's usual gofer had some kind of cyberware malfunction.
"Can this line go any slower," Motoko complained as even more people got in line behind her.
"Sorry chooms but our line is gonked so it's going to be awhile," the clerk announced, causing more groaning and complaining. Finally the person in front of Motoko got their bag of clothes and she sent the clerk the authorization code. The clerk went to the back to find where the clothes were on the line, leaving Motoko tapping her fingers on the counter.
Motoko frowned and her hand instantly found the grip of her burya as her danger sense triggered. She sharply whirled around and was ready to pull her gun out and activate her Sandy when she saw a BIG form behind her. Motoko slowly looked up and gulped as Adam Smasher glowered over her. Behind Smasher, the rest of the line was simply gone.
"Adam Smasher…" She gasped and instinctively backed away only to bump into the counter.
"Move it meat," Adam Smasher said. Motoko hurried to move towards the right, keeping an eye on Adam Smasher as he took her spot at the front of the counter. It was at that moment the clerk came back with two bags in their hands.
"Here are your clothes, Mr–"
"Thanks bye!" Motoko practically squeaked as she activated her Sandy, grabbed the bags and ran out the door. She was nearly in her Quadra when Adam Smasher, well, smashed through the dry cleaner's doors and got Motoko in his sights.
"Fuck!" Motoko slammed the accelerator as Adam Smasher charged at her. She flew through traffic only to see Smasher right behind her. "FUCK!"
"Hey, pass me the scopper, these eyes are going to go for a lot of eddies," a scav asked as he looked at the 'product' in front of him.
"Sure here," another scav tossed a scopper over. "You going to Mack's party later? I heard there are going to be plenty of corpo chrome."
"Yeah, I–" A car smashed through the adjacent wall and splattered the two scavs.
"Whoa! Scavs?" Motoko questioned as she got a quick glance at the room she drove through. She tossed out one of her handmade grenades before she smashed through the next wall and quickly got back to the street. Motoko avoided some pedestrians as she left tire marks on the sidewalk as she checked around for any pursuers.
"Great, that gonk is gone," Motoko sighed as she got out of her Quadra with the clothes bags. "He shot up my car!" Motoko growled as she saw the dents, bullet holes and scorch marks all around her car. Motoko was about to promise revenge when the door next to her opened.
"Get in," one of the Wakako's employee's ordered, causing Motoko to remember she was right next to Wakako's parlor.
"You are almost late," Wakako said with a disappointed look. "You couldn't handle a simple dry cleaners?"
"Adam Smasher was there," Matoko answered as she held out the bags. Wakako raised a brow at the two bags. She pointed to one bag.
"I only sent one in for cleaning, this one isn't mine," Wakako said as an employee took the other bag to get the outfit ready. Matoko turned the bag towards her as she read the tag on the zipper.
"For: Sm–Smasher," Matokoo stuttered. "I stole Adam Smasher's dry cleaning!" The people around the parlor stared at Matoko's outburst.
"I suggest you leave, we'll handle your fee if you survive," Wakoko said as she walked back to her office. Matoko gulped as she picked up a not too distant shout of 'Cosplayer! Come out wherever you are!'