"Lets not make any hasty movements..." Who: Canaan, Motoko Kusanagi What: Once upon a misunderstanding... When: Years ago! Where: Shanghai Rating: PG-13 for Gun Violence and ... really, Violence in general. Triggers for the same. Status: Complete!
Motoko crept along behind the counter, gun in hand, ears straining for any sound. She’d received a tip off about one of her cases, and it had quickly spiraled out of control. Now, she just needed to get out of this alive. If her backup ever came.
She fully expected to get another chewing out about getting involved.
Things tended to spiral out of control regularly in Shanghai. It made things very inconvenient. Or put more money in your pocket, depending on your perspective. Canaan decided it was a little bit of both. She didn't get paid extra for the extra people she'd had to kill along the way, and now they were unnecessarily dead.
Even more inconvenient, the person she'd been sent to kill wasn't even there. He must have been tipped off. With all the ruckus everyone else had made, that seemed likely. Various factions at war had a way of being loud in their confrontations and not necessarily professional.
She'd managed to draw the attention of four or five people on her way out, and ran - more to avoid unnecessary death than out of fear. Down a hallway, up some stairs, through a doorway, and then over the counter of a closed down warehouse. Hopefully they'd run back down when they lost her trail.
That was more sound than Motoko was expecting. She didn't know what the hell was going on or if it was related to her mission. She shifted her weight and twisted around the corner, gun out.
Well, that was unexpected. Canaan shifted her stance and pointed her gun at this new person. Her other hand reached behind her and into a pocket of her backpack, in case she needed a new clip.
“Lets not make any hasty movements,” Motoko cautioned, her brown eyes full of steel. The safety was already off on her gun, and she held it steadily. Not her first mexican stand-off, but she liked the view this time.
With the slightest of confident smirks, Canaan removed her hand from her pack and held it up, showing the extra clip she'd grabbed. She had a great deal of respect for women who were as good in combat as she was, and it showed in her eyes, "I had five in pursuit. I only have two bullets left, and I like to be thorough."
Motoko slowly lifted her other hand, her badge coming into view. “I’d like to know what you’re doing interfering with my investigation, but that’ll have to wait, along with the introductions.”
"Agreed." Canaan nodded, then ducked down a bit and quickly switched the clips on her gun. If someone official was here investigating, she felt less of an obligation to keep anyone alive who attacked her.
Nice, Motoko thought. She liked a woman who knew how to handle ammunition. She edged around the corner, listening for the sound of Canaan’s pursuers.
The fact that it took them this long to catch up to her was a testament to how quickly Canaan was capable of running. They came slamming through the door the other woman had just run out of a few seconds later.
One of the men, the supposed leader of the group of five, made a silent motion to spread out and search. Canaan waited patiently, the safety already off her gun. It would be interesting to see the other woman in action, she thought.
Motoko counted silently. One. Two. She darted behind an opposite obstacle. Some kind of crate. Three, four. She positioned herself, waiting for one of the men to pass her. Five, six. She grabbed him and pulled him down in a choke hold.
It was important to aim precisely and pick your targets in the correct order. Since there were so many with them, a stealthy approach for the first few was a good idea. Canaan nodded approval as she watched the other woman dart off, then darted off, herself.
Behind a big crate and a stack of wooden pallets, under some kind of ramp. Taking out a knife, she came up behind one of the men that had slunk off and wrapped her hand around his mouth. A quick stab to the neck ended him, and she slowly lowered him to the floor before ducking back into hiding again.
One, two, Three. A third down. Then she was spotted as she ducked back down, a bullet nearly taking her ear off. She cursed in three languages, and tried to catch where the other woman was.
It was unclear from Canaan's side of the warehouse just where the gunshot had come from. But if guns were firing, then she was happy to go weapons free. She flipped herself over the set of boxes she'd been hiding behind and fired two shots quickly into the head of the person who was nearest.
That distracted the leader, and Motoko rose, vaulting over a crate and rolling. As she came up, she fired two shots into the leader’s leg and a third into his arm. She finished by neatly clocking him in the face.
She figured he couldn’t answer questions if he was dead.
They were clean shots. Canaan stowed her gun and cleaned her knife off on the leader's shirt before putting it away, as well. He couldn't talk if he was dead, so taking him alive made sense. Of course, Canaan wasn't usually the type to ask too many questions. But a person with a badge? They probably needed to.
She nodded at Motoko, "Good luck."
“Thanks. Want to get drinks later?” Motoko grinned at Canaan. It didn’t hurt to ask, and the woman pulled off those pants very nicely.
Canaan gave that a little bit of thought. Motoko interested her, and she did owe her an explanation. She nodded again, "There is a Japanese style pub three blocks from here. I'll meet you there."
“I’ll see you in a few hours, I think.” Motoko stood, hauling the injured man to his feet. “I have a date first.”