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I'm injecting the micromachine "B" component group

into your occipital and temporal regions, Mr. Soma.

I didn't give you an owie in your brainy-wainy, did I?

I told you to give me some painkillers, damn it!

Those cost extra.

Roughly 70% of the injected "B" component

are undergoing reverse adsorption via van der Waals forces

at the sites we injected the "A" component into earlier.

Within milliseconds, they synthesize polymers,

form ionic bonds, and take hold.

Say what? Then I'd better get a refund for the other 30%!

With pattern control, if we make the tolerances too tight,

the system doesn't work properly.

There needs to be some play.

You're not gonna take out the old micromachines?

When they've firmly taken root like yours have,

if we tried to yank them out, it would do nasty damage to your brain cells.

Next, we use an EM matrix to make sure that the micromachines at all coordinates

are networked with the transformer anchored to the occipital bone.

The scan line count increases in relation to the size of the micromachines,

which takes some time.

This is how the micromachines that permeate your brain can send

and receive "brain state and electrical signal distribution" information.

Sharing of senses is done over sensory nerves.

In the case of cognition and memory, those are difficult to convey

due to differences in signal distribution and specific mental visualization,

so we set those to work in tandem with speech and visual sensory input.

We use the speech center to control the on and off for both the cyberbrain

and the on/off for its various functions.

We isolate a section

of the internal carotid artery using absorbable staples.

By the time they're gone via hemolysis,

your intracranial pressure will have returned to normal,

that sensation of throbbing pressure will be gone,

and the analgesic implant will be completely dissolved!

Lastly, we'll run tests to see if everything

is synched up with the model image.

That won't be necessary, Doc.

I'm synched up just fine

with what I wanted to network with.

MAY 2, 2030

I should be back by this afternoon.

Judging from the outfit, I'm guessing it's either a secret hearing

or a veterans' association meeting at that club of yours.

We have a good thing going, why ruin it with pointless speculation?

Section 9 is too uptight.

Or do you think that Section 1 plays it too fast and loose, too?

It's Mr. Sabita from the fourth floor.

That self-proclaimed manga artist who always wants his peace and quiet?

Maybe we did make a little too much noise last night.

Motoko!

Take cover!

IRON NAILS

No matter how many terrorists you kill, someone new always takes their place.

Then how do you wrap your head around the whole thing?

Rather than wiping out the group, you control them, Lt. Commander Santos.

Perhaps, but that would mean tolerating them to some extent,

and in my country, the ties between the military,

drugs, terrorism, Mafia, and dirty cops

run wide and deep, and they're often out of control.

Results before principles, I say.

Excuse me.

0-8 in progress at Kusanagi's bed.

Response C complete. Response B underway.

Requesting instructions.

Lock down the nearest airports and harbors, then get me headquarters!

Issue an alert to all personnel and stand by!

Batou and I will go to the hospital!

- How many minutes have passed? - Twelve!

Ishikawa! Who has jurisdiction over the scene investigation?!

- We got here first. - Good.

Batou! First floor, O.R. 4!

SURGERY IN PROGRESS

See? I called it, right down to the time.

Section 9 got here faster.

Today just isn't my day.

I'm not taking those. They're all scorched.

If you were fine, you should have told us, you idiot!

I'm exhausted.

Chief. We're ready to give our preliminary report.

Hold off for 30 seconds.

I'll call you later.

Gosh, so sorry to ruin the moment!

Batou, don't even start.

You've been going out with that guy for seven months!

That's a new record for you!

We good to go, Chief?

For starters, there's a single 10-gauge shotgun shell outside the door.

Inside, we've got 12 Seburo M5 casings.

The Major must've fired from this spot standing like this.

And outside the door, one dead body and a C4 bomb.

One side was coated, and the area's riddled with screws and nails.

The Major's okay, right?

He gave her time to take cover, so this was just him taunting her.

Ishikawa, use a different car when you leave.

You also thinking our perp is who I'm thinking it is?

You suspect someone?

I do.

The one and only man that we failed to assassinate.

The terrorist Toru Soma.

What makes you think that?

I used the same tactic to kill six of his pals.

I assumed he was dead, too.

In retaliation for him killing two of my men,

I got him to shoot his own son.

Through a door.

The son was 16,

but he was bragging about joining in on torturing my men.

After the explosion, we entered the room to confirm he was dead,

but all we found were footprints from an arm suit.

That was four years ago.

So this is a declaration of a war for revenge.

All right. We'll focus our investigation with that angle.

Ishikawa. The group that Soma was in must have a controller.

Make contact with him.

Batou, you track down the weapons purchases.

Hang on, Chief!

I know the book says to bench me in cases like this, but I--

Don't be ridiculous! You can't fish without bait.

Get out there and start sniffing around.

I'll keep my distance and have Togusa back you up.

I'm always looking out for my men!

You're like a daughter to me!

At least think of me as your granddaughter...

Ow. Damn it, she's always flying off the handle.

Maybe I oughta go full-cyborg, too.

First floor, O.R. 4.

Your car door's not closed.

I'm pretty good with tools.

If things get dicey, call me.

I got sloppy! Has my car been rigged to explode?!

A terrorist hunt?

Well, my day off's already ruined, so it's fine.

Sure. I'll be there in 30 minutes.

Can you answer a question for me?

Have you ever shown a picture of me to anyone?

Is there anyone who knows my name or address?

I'd rather not answer, but I also don't want to lie to you.

You ran a check on me at Section 1, didn't you?

I got into the habit after the wife of one of my men

had been leaking intel to a terrorist-for-hire for four years.

The head of Section 1 and two of my men have your file.

I don't mind.

After all, I had Section 9 check you out, too.

Why not call the bomb squad?

Like hell I will!

I'd be mocked for generations to come!

Hey! Dumbass! What's the big idea, taking apart your car here?!

Move that piece of crap!

Screw you! My life's in danger here!

- What? This is a no-parking zone, dick! - Bite me, a-hole!

It'd be easier...

if your boyfriend was a civilian, huh?

Yeah, maybe.

At the next corner, make a left.

Make another left.

We've got a car tailing us.

When they know they've been made, they'll attack.

What's the nearest area that's deserted?

Take the next right and then floor it in the right lane.

There's a big, abandoned factory 15 minutes to the south.

This is like some E-grade TV show.

Do you have a Fuchikoma?

It's 90 meters to our rear with its guns trained on the car tailing us.

If they were always following you,

why not attack you in the ambulance or in the hospital?

Maybe they don't have long-range weapons,

or maybe they want to relish it, take your pick.

When we get to the factory, we'll get some intel from our pals back there.

And here we go...

Who's there?

Anybody who pays a visit with optical camouflage is a cop, right?

I have an appointment. Section 9.

Let's have the intel.

You see a lot of soldiers and cops getting in bed

with criminal organizations these days.

Well?

Toru Soma.

He finally got sick of lurking in the shadows and came crawling out, huh?

What did he do, get in a shootout with the Benten family?

I heard you were in charge of providing backup for the group.

Except for Soma.

He's a real "big fish in a small pond" type.

He wanted to bypass the group

and make a deal with the Benten family directly.

Drugs, weapons, human trafficking, and more.

But the Bentens turned him down.

Their pipeline to the group was wide and established, you see.

That's the most recent photo of Toru Soma's face we know of.

The Bentens aren't fans of his either,

so he probably set up shop when he went underground.

Beyond that, no idea.

You fireflies have it easy.

Fireflies?

Fireflies: Comes from how the suits of people

sitting at a desk all day become worn and shiny.

The factory must have been renovated after these blueprints were drawn up.

No biggie, we'll have this wrapped up soon enough.

And we have the Fuchikoma.

Don't think like that, Togusa.

Even if you're playing against grade-schoolers,

you pitch as hard as you can.

Well, well.

Not only are they not grade-schoolers, they've had some fairly advanced training.

Their operational command is lousy, though.

Don't spook me like that, old-timer!

Is something wrong?

What's up?

We ain't packing up and leaving, you hear?!

We need you to hide for a while, okay?

Okay, offload it!

Togusa! Destroy that truck with the Fuchikoma! Right now!

The Fuchikoma's down!

HQ! Dispatch at least four Fuchikomas ASAP, full loadout!

Major!

If it's still operational, have it play dead!

Let's take this to where there's fewer people!

Wow!

I recognize this thing!

I saw it at an arms show!

It's a German-made think tank!

The brains are Japanese, though.

Pull up its data.

The Major and Togusa are in serious trouble!

They're completely outgunned by that thing.

Get me Superintendent Miyazaki of the Defense Agency Special Weapons Division!

Saito, find out how many were made,

where they were sold, and if any have been stolen! Hop to it!

What's the play, Major?

We buy time until Borma and Paz get here.

If we can reach the edge of the factory by car,

we can give the foot soldiers the slip.

In any case, it looks like we're not just up against Soma and his men.

This is a heavily-armed bunch that're so well organized

they almost seem legit.

So there's a legitimate organization that's helping out Soma.

I don't like where this case is headed.

But that car's armored! They're using HV rounds?!

Togusa! Get away from the car!

Togusa! Togusa, do you read me?

If we move from roof to roof, we can keep our distance from it.

Its armor is so thick it's too heavy to climb up!

Especially with these thin walls and ceilings!

Wh-What's Motoko doing here?

What the hell is going on?!

HQ! Message for the Chief, top priority!

We're fighting Public Security Section 1!

It goddamn Section 1!

HQ to Kusanagi. The Chief is currently en route to see Section 1's--

Oh, my.

That tank belongs to your section! We've matched the numbers!

It's what's chasing my men around as we speak!

Goodness, is it now?

Have it stand down! Right damn now!

W-Wait! Let's not be hasty!

All right, I'll have them stand down!

All personnel, withdraw! Abort operation! Withdraw!

And now you're going to tell me what's going on.

And depending on what I hear,

there might be hell to pay!

This operation was to get Anaconda's real name and evidence against him.

Anaconda, the drug lord?

The so-called Ghost of South America?

The deal was in exchange for Motoko Kusanagi.

Made with Toru Soma, I take it?

To get even for being passed over by the Benten Family,

he tried to sell out Anaconda, the group's business partner.

If he could make a deal with Public Security Section 1,

it would also be easy to track down Kusanagi.

Anaconda brings down the Bentens, we arrest Anaconda,

and Toru Soma gets Kusanagi.

This has never been your operation! It's been Soma's!

Where is he?

He doesn't trust us.

He's inside the think tank.

I'll see to it that you pay in full for this one day.

Saito! Stay here and keep an eye on this bastard!

Did you hear that? He said to withdraw.

What do we do about Soma?

Chief! Didn't you hear that withdrawal order?

Let go of me! We have to stop Soma!

But our orders!

Motoko's gonna be killed!

We have a missile in the car, go get it!

Man...

W-Wait! Don't shoot!

It's all over! Game over, man!

Wh...

What do you mean, it's over?!

Major!

Is it finally out of bullets?

- Chief! - Hand it over! I'll do it!

It's Soma! He saw us putting it in the car and he sabotaged it!

Damn it!

Motoko!

Just in time!

Major!

Bye-bye, terrorist.

If you hate this world so much, don't ever come back from the other one.

Where the heck did you get that?

It's a loaner from Mr. Miya over in Special Weapons.

Your frame is barely staying upright, Major.

Get Togusa to the hospital. He's losing a lot of blood.

You look like hell, Kusanagi.

When did you realize that the head of Section 1 was being used?

When we followed the tank lead and got the story from him personally.

Soma was probably in contact with the Benten family

to get intel that Section 1 couldn't resist.

It's doubtful that Soma ever actually knew Anaconda.

B-But if that's true, then we let a big fish get away!

What do you mean "us"? Only Section 1 did.

I was in my uniform this morning, remember?

It was to have a drink with a certain country's public security minister.

To toast the success of their operation of assassinating Anaconda.

The head of Public Security Section 1

was the victim of a hit-and-run this evening and is in serious condition.

- Hey Pops, I'll leave the keys here. - Details are still pending.

Man, am I tired...