Rebecca looked over at all the starved former party goers and asked, "So what do we do now with all these kids?"

Motoko smiled, "The answer is obvious. We call the cops!"

She could almost hear her brother's groans from wherever he was.

Inspector Stints tried to keep in his sigh. He tried and failed. The data on one Motoko Kusanagi hadn't really changed much. Still no additional crimes since last time. Several bounty collections, reports that she was now an Afterlife merc, links to an up and coming Arasaka corp fixer, and rumors of her performing as a Rockerboy. She still looked like a giddy little teen-aged girl.

But despite what she looked like, instincts from his years of being on the force told him that she was the single deadliest thing in the room. Her professional looking armor helped with that image, notwithstanding the cat-eared helmet she was holding. Also when his scans returned the fact that she now had a sandevistan installed, because of course you want the goddamn murder-loli to be able to de-life every person in the room before anyone can even blink.

And now he was here, with her, in the same room along with a couple of absolutely terrified newbie cops. Why would the precinct send in experienced bodies into this possible meat-grinder?

"Your bounties have been sent to your account," he slowly looked around the HMG perforated farmhouse, "Another rescue, Kusanagi?"

The death-blender-in-girl-form smiled widely, "Yep! It's a thing I do now. Eventually, I hope to rescue a princess."

The was an indignant 'Hey!' from the sidelines where the other professionally kitted out merc teenagers stood by.

"You're more of a marchioness, Hiromi. Or maybe a duchess?"

"I.. don't know how to feel about that, Motoko."

"I'll give you a pat on the head so you can feel better later."

"O.. okay."

Stints watched the exchange without letting any of what he was thinking show on his face.

Motoko turned towards him and kept smiling, "So you guys have any other folks that need rescue, you can always give Section 9 a call. That's my merc company. We'll work for.."

"Ah!" came the corp girl's angry interruption.

"Right, you can talk to my... Hiromi to hash out payments and all that."

Stints stared at her.

"According to her, I'm bad with money."

"You were willing to work for sushi, Motoko!"

"That was one time. And it was good sushi!"

"You realize you can exchange money for goods and services, right? Or I can buy you sushi when you want."

The detective sighed again and tuned the ridiculous conversation out. Soon, he was leading outside the former hostages, all of whom seemed properly terrified of the elite corpo ninja currently arguing over the best type of fish.