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Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

Motoko couldn't hide the faintly amused smile at her morbid humor, but at least it meant she was in good spirits.

Major, you've got hostiles heading up with you...and they're moving fast. Ishikawa warned as Motoko's red eyes slid down the stairs behind her a moment. There were no footsteps yet, which meant they were coming from the front. That'd make things a little tricky, for them anyway. How had they not seen it earlier?

Saito? Motoko asked, rounding the corner with a sweep of her C26A. The cart was there...as was the dead body, but more to the point...there were men rounding the opposite corner.

She's in a closet with her aide, Major...and armed. She should be fine. Saito assured. For the moment, anyway...as Motoko opened fire down the hallway, catching two of them unaware in a hail of gunfire as she advanced smoothly. That corner didn't have a window...she had to fix that, the Nationalists let their weapons roar, and Motoko slammed against the door of Jeanne's room with a faint grunt. Her shoulder ached, but it was nothing she couldn't handle as she peered out and fired a few more rounds before dropping her magazine and slamming in a fresh one.

Jeanne, it's me at the door. Motoko assured, chambering a round. That's right, you idiots...keep moving closer...
 
Having all the fun with out me again? A familiar voice came across their secure line with an amused sing song to their words. Bringing in the big guns.

Big guns that's us! Tachikoma's youthful voice sounded as exuberant as Baito's, perhaps a bit more with its child like glee at being able to get out of Ops.

Jeanne slumped back against the wall of the closet where Viv was curled up as small as he could. "It's going to be okay." She said as the gun fire started anew. Not having time to reassure him more she went through the steps to clear and check the weapon to make sure it would properly fire. Short of firing off a round she would have to trust that her father's training would be enough.

"Are you hurt?" She asked softly afraid with the way he was curled up like that, that he was hurt from her initial push. When she set the gun in her lap and reached for him he made a pained noise.

It's nothing, it will be fine... But he panted despite using their private com.

She grimaced and forced him to move afraid of the worst. "Are you shot?"

He groaned No, but my ribs hurt...

"Oh..."

I'm fine... moving hurts.

Sorry... She apologized in a small voice, and he knew she was kicking herself for hurting him. He reached his hand out and touched her arm.

Don't be, you saved my life.

Major... I think Viv has some broken ribs. She wanted to keep the Major appraised of their situation. But he seems okay enough... She looked to him and he nodded to her with a grimace.
 
Motoko sunk back into the room as Saito's sniper fire punctured through the glass and slammed into the ribs of one of the Nationalists. They were a shouting, confused mess as Motoko swung out and opened fire, her face lit up from the muzzle flash as she raked her weapon down the hallway in short, controlled bursts. Broken ribs meant he could at least move, that was something.

Clear the front, Batou! Motoko ordered, jerking back in a shower of splinters when gunfire came from her back, letting out a faint hiss of pain. They had underestimated this group, just how many employees were actually undercover? She ducked low from the gunfire and spun around in the door-frame, her C26A empty as she smoothly withdrew her M5 and opened fire, putting six rounds toward the stairwell as they scattered for cover.

Motoko took an even breath, feeling her back lock up in mild pain. She definitely got hit that time, nothing her body couldn't handle...but it still hurt as she kept her pistol pointed to the the stairwell, tugging out the magazine of her C26A with her free hand. Saito was working overtime in keeping their heads down, but he couldn't keep them forever...hopefully Batou and the Tachikoma's would be making their way up. Weird creatures that they turned out to be, their personalities made them far more valuable than they acted.
 
Okie-dokie! Batou replied. 34 floors below them the ex-ranger hopped out of Tachikoma with his optical camo on and began routing a path for the Major. Gonna bring them down this way? He asked Motoko as Tach began sniping some of the terrorists.

In the closet, Jeanne helped Viv sit up, he grunted and groaned obviously in pain, and kept an arm pressed tight to his chest.

She heard motion with in the bedroom again, and more shots, this made her reach for the weapon that was not far away, and ask.
Major? There was an excited tone to her simple question, no doubt the Ambassador wanting to know if the one they heard was her or some one else.

There was the sound of weapons going through reload and she was sure it was indeed her personal guard having a bad day...

What do you want us to do? She asked Motoko. Cautiously she crept to the closet door and pulled pushed it open adjusting herself so she might be able to perhaps catch a glimpse of Motoko with out sticking her head too far out and maybe getting it shot.
 
We're going to move, Motoko murmured, rolling her shoulders a moment as she shut the pain receptors off from her back with a faint exhale. Satio had one side, she'd get the other...Batou and the Tachikomas would be enough to keep them distracted. She kept her M5 leveled on the corner as Saito continued to fire off rounds into the hallway, while she chambered her C26A and shouldered it, holstering her pistol to slowly take a kneel.

Can your man move?
 
Viv grunted and tightened his arm around his chest but he nodded. Yes. She looked to him and slid an arm around his back. He was a bit taller than her, but she could more than compensate for that with the strength in her cybernetic limbs. He rasped out a breath as he put an arm around her shoulder, and together they stood up. We're up. She said to Motoko.

What ever else they had here it was nothing to them, only their lives mattered, so when the Major told them to move, they did, armed with their guns and wits, and made a dash for safety. Jeanne kept her automatic weapon in her human hand, given it took more effort and she had less control, but she knew to keep the burst short and she could manage. Her first job was keeping Viv moving though, so she didn't spend a whole lot of time firing her gun. But every not and then it did come in handy.

Major, the way is clear down here do you need me to come up? Batou asked as they disabled the last of the resisters in the lobby.
 
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Viv grunted and tightened his arm around his chest but he nodded. Yes. She looked to him and slid an arm around his back. He was a bit taller than her, but she could more than compensate for that with the strength in her cybernetic limbs. He rasped out a breath as he put an arm around her shoulder, and together they stood up. We're up. She said to Motoko.

What ever else they had here it was nothing to them, only their lives mattered, so when the Major told them to move, they would.
Ready as we will ever be. She murmured making a face as Viv groaned. She wondered how bad his injuries were, did she break it or crack it? Was it pushing against his lungs? She tilted her head to the side to listen to his labored breathing, but there was no wet rattle to them or gasping wheeze, just obvious pain and shortness of breath.

While she was taking stock of Viv, he tightened his grip on her human shoulder drawing those dark slate blue eyes up to him. He gave her a grim look.
"Just drag me if you have to..." He watched as the features of his friend tightened determinedly and she nodded.

The grip of her cybernetic arm tightened on him.

Major, the way is clear down here do you need me to come up? Batou asked as they disabled the last of the resisters in the lobby.
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Stay there, Batou...and get a Tachikoma ready for transport. Jeanne and her aide are coming down with me, and the aide is wounded. Mokoto said, peeking her head out a fraction. Saito had gotten himself a shooting gallery, she was quite certain that he was probably enjoying it more than he should be.

But she supposed that was the same for all of them, wasn't it?

Copy that, Major. Ishikawa is working on getting the building back. Togusa is working his way up to assist you.

"Follow me," Motoko worded, smoothly moving in front with her C26A shouldered and ready. The first man that swung out regretted it immediately, a precise burst through his chest sprawled him on his back. Behind them, Saito punctured the skull of a man raising up to shout.

Too late, but good enough. Motoko grit her teeth faintly in thought, not that they had much choice anyway. The elevators were still locked down, that meant the stairs. That was going to get ugly, real fast. But they didn't have much choice in the matter, with Saito's gunfire behind them, Motoko swept the corner before motioning Jeanne and Viv to follow.

For now, it was clear.
 
Being the daughter of General there were things you were taught, and things you saw, but seeing a mans chest explode open from a controlled burst of concentrated gun fire was still a bit more than she had been exposed to. As Motoko led them out of the room the bodies that littered the floor twisted and mangled, blood peppered walls and tapestries, littering the floor in some garish riot of color...

"Oh god..." Viv said and squeezed his eyes shut putting a hand to his mouth.

"Keep it together Viv..." She ordered. It wasn't that she was unsympathetic... it was that they didn't have time for him to double over and retch... Her hand curled tighter around his narrow hips and pulled forcing his feet forward through the mire.

As they came to the stair well she was breathing a bit heavier. Accept for some minor additions to his head, which included ports Viv was pure human, but a man of his height and build was not an easy burden for a woman who struggled with exhaustion, and her own dual nature on any given day. Sweat peppered her brow and the muscles in her back and left leg burned from exertion, and still she pressed forward with him. They stumbled into the stairwell behind Motoko, and suddenly it was as if they had stepped into a shooting range. The sound was deafening as it bounced up and down concrete and steel. Voices shouting, the sharp painful rapport of guns, and the sounds of the dying as her team of body guards... the elite of Section 9 neutralized her would be assassins...

The heavy suppression fire from down below was suddenly interrupted and shouts of shock or fear before the sound of a different kind of gun was heard. After a a quick succession of fire the blazing head splitting sound stopped.
"Major... hurry, we don't know how many more they are going to throw at us."
 
Motoko glanced back at the two of them, Viv looked somewhere between wanting to throw up or cry...and Jeanne? She looked about ready to keel over at the moment's notice. They wouldn't make it down the stairs. And it was only a matter of time before Saito couldn't keep them locked down, or they found a way to go up and around to get them.

She settled her rifle back on it's sling, moving over. Carrying a human body wasn't nearly as tiring for her as it would be for Jeanne, so she was able to take his other shoulder to support it, arm around his back as she drew her M5.

"Come on," Motoko murmured, her crimson eyes solid with determination. "Don't give up on me now, Ambassador. We're almost there." Togusa was at the floor below, but that still meant they had plenty of walking. With an extra hand, it'd be a bit easier.

But they weren't to Togusa yet.
 
She nodded to Motoko, her slate blue grey eyes meeting red briefly. They shared that same determination through grit and force and sheer will, they pushed forward, nearly dragging Viv until his feet started working again. He groaned and panted as between the two of them they put more pressure on his already damaged rib cage, all he could do was grit his teeth and bear it.

They moved down the stairs as fast as they could with Viv almost writhing between them. It was dangerous and she had to let go of the gun, it slung onto its strap and slapped loudly against the steel rails as she held onto it.

Togusa was holding his pistol in both hands watching the stairwell below them. Aside from his hair being in disarray he looked like he had when she first met him earlier that day. Well not exactly the same, his eyes were darker, his face more stern... he appeared to fit right into the outfit he was part of. Jeanne pressed her lips together and nodded at him when his eyes swept up to them.

She was no worse for wear than when she had left the plane earlier that day, the adrenalin was burning at her fatigue as fast as it was trying to wash away the adrenal high, leaving her with a dark expression. For an ambassador she was a tough cookie, not complaining, or at wits end despite the circumstances...
 
Motoko would have been impressed by by the Ultranationlists if it wasn't her job to get rid of them. Still, their plans barely blipped on their radar aside from a few idle threats and minor plans. Not everything transmitted over the internet, sometimes the most dangerous people stuck to the tried and true methods.

With Togusa watching their back, Motoko helped Jeanne settle Viv into a Tachikoma.

"It's going to be a bumpy ride," Motoko murmured. And cramped...between the three of them, Motoko was practically body to body with Jeanne as she closed the hatch. "Let's see what we can do for him, Tachikoma! Take us to my place!" It was quite possibly the safest spot...and more defensible. They had a lot more planning to do...

"Yes Ma'am!" He said dutifully, rolling down the road at high speed.
 
Slate blue grey eyes stared at the inside of the mini tank and vaguely she wondered how all of them would fit, but when Motoko said go she went, climbing in and not saying a word as she leaned in against the curled up Viv and her guardian pressed against her back. She had never been in full body contact with a full cyborg before. It always amazed her how real the mechanical pieces could be. As the tank sealed its outer doors and Motoko's body leaned into her it didn't feel like a mechanical form that squeezed in with them. Like her arm and leg there was warmth and pliable softness as breasts pressed into her back.

From the Lobby Batou heard the double glass doors crunch and turned with his Tachikoma as something large wedged through them.
Uh oh... He thought in the link between him and the others of his crew before it cut off with a static.

Even with in the tank, the building trembled and shook beneath them.
"Major!" Their tank began talking verbally to the woman wedged in against Jeanne's back.
"There is a mech suit in the lobby that is projecting a dampening field disrupting communications. What should we do Major?"

Jeanne had a moment to wonder why she was such a big fuss... why her? What did her death accomplish? She wasn't the official Ambassador, she wasn't sure her death would bring war between their nations... what would they accomplish with the death of so many?
 
Motoko had to wonder how in the world that they had gotten that mech inside...but then again, they didn't know very much about this group just yet either as she leaned forward, pressing her body against Jeanne's to take control of the tank as she pivoted the Tachikoma around. Collateral damage was inevitable, but now...now their bait was mobile.

"We play cat and mouse," Motoko purred. "Ishikawa, make us a target...the rest of you, spread out and follow. We'll make these men work for their prize."

...Yes, Major, Ishikawa said warily. It wasn't hard to manipulate targeting data to pinpoint the location of Jeanne, but broadcasting it was another matter entirely. Still, they needed to get that suit away so they could safely subdue it, and bolting down the road at breakneck speed was the closest thing they had to a plan.
 
Jeanne pressed her lips tight together as arms slid around around her, and that warm body pressed against her firmly. She leaned forward as Motoko purred and their mini tank began the game...

Only Viv saw the expression cross his friends face, and if it were not for the strange instrumental glow on her features he might have said she blushed...

"Where will we go?" She asked in a breathy voice. One that could easily be passed off by the stress of the situation, and the fatigue she was recovering from by moving a man who weighed half again as much as she had when she had all her human parts.
 
"Around..." Motoko said, her red eyes narrowed as her voice took on a focused, husky tone. The holodisplay of the streets was directly in front of them, and that seemed to be more than enough to allow her to effortlessly dart through streets and corners, avoiding cars as Pedestrians curiously watched, and scrambled to get out of the way as the powered suit moved to follow. They wouldn't be able to do this for too long, but they only needed long enough to get into a proper ambush position.

Batou? Motoko asked.

ETA is ten seconds, Major...we're almost there.

"First time in a Tachikoma?" Motoko asked casually, leaning down a fraction to let her lips dance across her hair.
 
Jeanne's stomach did flip flops first as Motoko's voice dropped, and second as she leaned even closer.

Jeanne did not consider herself an overtly sexual creature, but she was after all human. She would have had to have been dead or rigid straight not to appreciate the form that was pressing against her now. The fact that she found women to be her preference only intensified her bodys reaction. Even amidst the danger of their current situation she was unable to deny the pleasure Motoko's body flush against her's created.

Viv made a face at her from his place practically in her lap.

For a time she did not notice his avid attention upon her features as with every power slide and lane change Motoko's body shifted against her back.

"Mnh..." She murmured as the tank cam to an abrupt stop and all of them were scrunched even closer together as they changed sudden direction leading their prey towards the closing trap. It wasn't a loud noise but in the confines of the tiny tank with its own internal atmosphere it seemed to reach every ones ears.
 
Motoko chuckled faintly, small thought it was...it seemed to flitter right across her ear. At least she was comfortable, and quiet...small spaces didn't do much for her, did it? Still, the targeting display blipped red, and Motoko narrowed her eyes as her thumbs brushed over the triggers. The mech rose up his weapon, and that's when it lurched to the side from a powerful cannon blast, ripping off it's arm as Motoko opened fire with the machine guns, the entire mech jerking as Motoko kept her thumbs down, the entire tank rocking as the mech staggered back...and finally slammed into the pavement.

Motoko exhaled faintly, shifting just a little against her.

"Not too bad, Ambassador?"
 
Viv raised his brows at her in silent communique when her slate eyes met his. She shook her head as her cheeks flushed and warmth spread through her body. As an Ambassador you tried to prepare yourself for all sorts of problems and situations. None she had thought she might need to work on was sharing such a tiny space with a beautiful woman who was tightly curled around her. Given focusing on the play of the Majors body against hers worked wonders in distracting her from the small cramped space she was sharing with two other people.

Jeanne bit her bottom lip and tried to focus on the holographic display that showed a map of their current location, and that of the mech that was pursuing them but to say she found it difficult was an understatement. They rocked and spun and for a moment her senses reeled until the mech that was chasing them was in their holovid. It fired and though she felt oddly safe with her guardian in that all too tight space, her stomach lurched as the misel it fired raced towards them, and by some amazing reaction time from the Major they not only dodged but took down their enemy.

"Not too bad, Ambassador?"

Jeanned leaned back into her savior staring at the holoscreen a little speechless.
"That's...." Her brow furrowed as she stared at the oddly hulking beast that was being swarmed by other little blue tanks. "is it over?" She asked turning her head to look back at the Major which turned her just a bit into Motoko's chest.
 
"Not yet," Motoko said, her voice gentle as she leaned against her just a bit. She really didn't need her collapsing just yet, they still needed to get her safe before she could unwind. "Stay with me, Jeanne...we're almost there." she assured, turning the tank around to rumble down the road. Viv still seemed conscious, so that was a plus...broken ribs would be easy enough to set.

Ishikawa, scramble our signals, split up and meet back at HQ...I'm taking Jeanne to my place for now. she ordered as the other Tachikomas turned to dart through the streets. At the moment, Motoko's house would be the easiest place, even if it was the farthest away from the city, situated on a hill. The house itself was rather spacious looking, at two stories...but it looked to have a very solid foundation. One could almost say a high end fortress?
 
A soft blush came to the Ambassadors cheeks as Motoko's voice gentled, and she was requested to stay with her. A light coloring to her her cheeks even in the holo light would be visible to Motoko's eyes. She turned to watch the screen again.

Of course she knew what Motoko was asking. Now that the worst of it was over she could give in to her fatigue... but not yet really because they were not yet some where safe... But the mind was funny in how words didn't matter its how they were perceived. She settled forward again but not with out a slight lean back in against her guardian. Pressing against the perfection that was the Major.


When they reached the oasis outside the city Jeanne was impressed. She had not thought it would be so big, or elegant in design. Tired eyes peered at the place as they rolled up to it.
"You own this place?" She asked with a hint of awe to her words.
 
"I don't use it as much as I'd like," she smiled faintly as the Tachikoma opened the hatch up to some blissfully cool air. "But it's my home, at any rate...wouldn't look very good for me to be living somewhere poor, would it?" she joked, slipping away from Jeanne to start to help Viv up. She'd have to check her gunshot injury later, as well. But for now, they all needed some rest and some time to recover. All things considered, the both of them handled themselves quite well.
 
Jeanne climbed out of the mini tank and breathed in a deep breath of air. It was crisp and cool, and it smelled and felt cleaner than the heavy saturated air of the city. "It is beautiful." The Ambassador commented as she looked around, letting Motoko help with Viv.

"I don't usually allow myself to be a burden to a beautiful woman on our first date, but it seems tonight I must make an exception. I hope you forgive me." Viv said playful despite the pain his face contorted into as he reached for the Major.

The three of them entered the modern day fortress, it was clean, and well kept, with a large bay of windows that looked out into a wooded area. A truly beautiful place Jeanne thought. There weren't many such places left in the states... those that were, were protected, or to pricy for even her family.

"Now what?" She asked as she struggled to remove her shoes.
It was never polite to enter some ones home with those on, not even when you were so tired you wondered if you would be better off sitting on the floor to remove them... but that brought up the question of how she might get back up later...
 
Motoko grinned faintly at Viv, helping him settle on her couch. His faint hissing meant that it was certainly a cracked rib, but he must be more than a little okay as she started to unfasten his shirt. It was looking pretty awful, but nothing that they couldn't fix here, at least. She had something to keep the pain down, they'd just have to wrap it properly.

"Now you rest," Motoko said easily. "Let me handle Viv, Jeanne...take a bath, get some sleep. We'll be safe here, I promise."
 
She stood in her stockings dress skirt and blouse, her jacket having been the first thing she removed at the hotel... She looked soft in the silky collar that ruffled against an elegant neck. Tired slate eyes turned to Viv and Motoko and she grimaced as she saw the almost handprint bruise on his chest. She looked down then at her mechanical hand and made a fist before releasing it and letting it fall to the side. It was less than a year since her last surgery and still she was about as delicate as an elephant in an antique store...

"A bath?" She asked looking up from her hand to Motoko. All that they had that was hers was the clothing on her back, what was she going to do after her bath? This question hung there between them, silent and heavy.

Viv hissed again and panted his arm rising to his chest. It hurt more than anything he had ever known before... it was clear on his face he was not at all accustomed to any form of pain on a daily or prolonged basis.
 
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