In tribute to the recent holiday called "Shoot Flaming Balls of Exploding Money while Grilling Meat" or less commonly known as 4th of July I was inspired to write this little number. Enjoy!
Hayato wasn't sure what to expect. Motoko had simply given her a location (Penthouse Suite of Konpeki), a Time (About 30 seconds from now) and to look for Explosive Freedom (to celebrate her no longer having a fiancé).
She could see the assholes apartment from here, all the way down to the ground floor in fact. Speaking of she could see the fire from a bomb going off splash out from his apartment windows.
Tilting her head she was sure there had to be more to it. That explosion was almost entirely for show. To actually be truly dangerous would require the explosion to be dangerous to the integrity of the building as well.
Sure enough she was correct in her thoughts as she saw The Asshole be ushered out the front door into a waiting vehicle. Watching it take off she narrowed her eyes waiting to see what was planned.
Oh...
Where did she even?
How did she even!?
Motoko was standing on the bottom edge of a hologram billboard.
A billboard clearly showing her very own face looking poised yet clearly disgusted looking down at the vehicle. Flashing words made what happened next all to clear as to what was really happening.
"Consider this a dissolution of our engagement."
Motoko fired off a beast of a Uragan as what looked like two heavily modified rockets slammed into the vehicle.
A remarkably contained explosion in a riot of colors reduced the vehicle, and The Asshole, to a flaming smear on the roadway.
Hayato was honestly impressed, the sheer audacity of the entire event was sublime. Which only got even more impressive as she saw a series of emergency response teams set off that had been clearly waiting for this exact event.
NCPD cordoned off the roadway, a clean up salvage truck was already removing the debris, and another crew was clearly waiting to perform a quick road repair once the debris was removed.
She stood there laughing softly to herself for almost ten minutes watching as traffic resumed with now real sign anything had happened.
Just in time as well with an alert popping up showing 'Section 9' aka Motoko and her chooms we coming up to celebrate.
Truly her friend was a gonk, but a good gonk.