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AD 2042

The Great 4 (American Empire, China,
Russia, and EU)

sought economic sustainability
for its members.

Using AI Code 1A84, the American Empire
initiated war as an industry.

The world dubbed it "sustainable war."

However, each nation put
its own economic interests first,

and the world soon found itself
in a dire straits.

AD 2044
The Global Simultaneous Default

caused financial firms
to halt all transactions.

Paper currency became worthless,

and all virtual currency
and e-money vanished from the net.

This triggered a rapid escalation
in war as an industry.

Even advanced nations suffered riots,
terrorism, separatist movements,

and civil war.

Sustainable war slowly but surely began
to spread,

threatening the human race
with extinction.

AD 2045

NO NOISE, NO LIFE
Sustainable War

Wonderful not to have any noise.

If only it would stay like this forever.

Batou, you get
the special gear I requested?

Everything you asked for, Major!

This ain't for cyborgs!

This is the real deal!
Bona fide beer, no funny stuff added!

Not too shabby.

Ishikawa, are you telling me
that chick is your squad leader?

Hang on.

If she's full-prosthetic,
she could be as strong as a gorilla!

You might be half right there.

And which half might that be, Ishikawa?

I think our young, beautiful squad leader
overheard us!

When did I get hacked?

You're the new guy? What's your name?

Standard, but you can call me Stan!
Nice to meet you, boss lady!

Saito, what's your take on this guy?

Well, I guess his name says it all.

Like hell it does!
I'm as deluxe a standard as it gets!

Hate to break it to you,
but you're a clown.

Clown?

What the hell?

Okay, your call sign
starting today is Clown.

Why's it gotta be Clown?

It means you're the coolest.

Then why are you jerks laughing?

-Clown!
-Major?

Major, what's the plan?
Is that briefing barbecue still on?

Looks like our barbecue
in Palm Springs is canceled.

Who the hell are these guys? Nomads?

I'll brief you on today's mission
while we smack them down.

Shit, all this beer is gonna get warm now.

Prepare for a brain dive.

Major, you had a beer without us,
didn't you?

Won't we get hacked if we go wireless?
We can talk normally given the distance.

I don't use bargain-bin tech like yours.

This is a seek-and-destroy op.

Our target is the hideout
of a group of plunderers planning

a major raid on Gated Town.

So no pulling punches?

We're going to capture as many
of them alive as possible.

Seriously?

Those are our orders.

Seems the police have
some questions for them.

-Ishikawa, take the wheel.
-Got it.

Major!

Comin' over!

They're probably here
to take part in the raid.

Sustainable war victims strutting about
as if they're the aggressors?

The more the merrier
in the sustainable war game!

Batou is always so happy-go-lucky.

Mr. Ishikawa, I wanna join the others
and feel the wind on my body as I fight.

Me too!

Not so fast. You're overloaded with gear.

Fight now and you'll drain your batteries
before the main event.

The only one of us
fit to fight right now is me!

Get going, then.

But don't forget your real role
as our protective outfits.

Roger!

Tachikoma, cover Ishikawa!

Batou!

That's more like it!

Time for some war gaming!

Ishikawa, the one on the right.

No, your other right!

They're screwing with me.

-What was that?
-You're a lousy shot.

-Boo!
-Shut up, you two!

C'mon, Mr. Ishikawa, let us deploy too!

Can't right now! Sit tight!

Tachikoma, do it!

Roger.

You got your role here down pat.

Hey, dumbasses!

Learn to shoot straight
before you join a gun battle.

Hey, wasn't I amazing?

Yeah, you did pretty good.

Then how about petting me?

All right, fine.

Die, you one-percenter lapdog!

Huh?

Don't delude yourselves.

Sustainable war is a game of chicken
between major nations.

Politicians who stink at negotiating

and amateurs who don't know how
the game is played

get swept in and spit out
by the war machine.

Fine with me.

If somebody wants to die,
let's help 'em along.

I'd love it if I could make a living going
'round the world playing war like this.

I don't want to end
my military career either.

Go back the way you came!

Even if you've nowhere to call home,
you still have your lives.

Makes my eyeballs ache.

So, this is the real world?

Togusa here. I'm at the specified address.

Perfect timing.

The target's still entirely focused
on his virtual currency server attack.

An illegal immigrant?

Most likely, but he doesn't seem
to be in with those other guys.

You going in alone?

I'd let the local police take him in
if I were you.

Relax, this isn't my first rodeo.

Oh, right. You used to be a detective.

Send a message to his terminal saying,
"I'm coming to get you."

Won't he make a scene?

That's what I'm counting on.

Japan used to be a peaceful place.

You always kept me safe.

Now everybody has to pack heat these days,
even private security cops, Major.

What the--?

Don't move!

Where are your clothes?

Don't mess with me!

Chief?

Hello?

It's been a while, Togusa.
How have you been?

Fine. Sorry I haven't been in touch.
How've you been, Chief?

I was able to stay with
the Interior Ministry

even after Section 9 was disbanded.

I heard you became an adviser
to the Public Security Bureau.

That's right.
And I heard you got divorced.

How did you...?

Nothing ever gets by you, Chief.

Do you still hold a grudge
against the Major and the others

for leaving you behind?

That's in the past.

But not a day went by when I didn't think
about what could've been.

I see.

Well, I have a special favor to ask you.

What sort of favor, sir?

The prime minister made a request
of a rather complicated nature.

-The prime minister? You mean...
-Yes, him.

Can you come by my office tomorrow?

This is all so sudden, sir.

All right, I'll come by tomorrow at 1:00.

Good. I'll see you there.

Yes, sir.

Pretty sure I've never used
a single one of my paid vacation days.

This might end up being my last job.

The latest raids have left
a bad taste in my mouth.

I feel for those poor civvies
at the mercy of the G4's agenda.

That said, those willing to die
in the act of plundering

are no different than someone
with a death wish.

Between the pros,
this game of war is sustainable.

But it's not worth battling amateurs
who are willing to die to take you out.

You may be right.

How's business?

I'm turning a tidy profit
thanks to you people.

The country's making money off this war,
so we should too.

You got a point.

-Feel free to look around.
-Have you been here before?

Nope, this is my first time.

Really? In that case,
you gotta try the house specialty!

Looks good.

Thanks.

I'll have three of those.

That'll be $1,000.

A thou-- Talk about exploiting
the whole sustainable war thing.

Why wouldn't I?

Gotta hustle hard like everyone else.

-Suppose you do.
-Thanks.

You can see the front line from here,

but it's still business as usual.

You know things aren't that bad

-as long as those girls are around.
-I suppose.

That's the place?

Yeah, I've hacked in.

What? They turned back for some reason?

They made us wait so long for nothing?

Shit!

This is why you can't trust
those damn Nomads!

They break even the most basic rules!

There's 17 men
and one armored combat vehicle

packing a 105mm tank gun.

Seems the intel from our man
on the inside was spot on.

They also have an anti-tank missile
and an M72.

And each man is armed with a rifle.

Sounds like they were counting
on that crew we took out,

so their fighting strength
is already down to about a third.

What's the plan?

I wonder where they got those weapons.

What's in that box?

It's pretty small.

Even if it's a robot,

Tachikoma should be able
to handle one that size.

-Run a search just in case.
-Way ahead of you.

Obsidian, this is GHOST.

This is Obsidian.

Commencing operation.

Roger that. I'll await the good news.

-Tachikoma!
-Roger!

That was not my fault!

No, it's totally on you!

What the hell?

Thanks for the intel.

These guys look too old to be students.

They're former college football players
bankrupted by student loans.

Such model students.

The Global Simultaneous Default
erased their debt, yet here they are.

Should've found something else
to pour their energy into.

The default didn't reset their lives,

so they want to take it out
on those beyond the gilded gates.

Can't say that I blame them.

So, how'd they get all the weapons?

About that...

Word is they have a patron called
the Good One-percenter.

A delivery service suddenly showed up
with the weapons two days ago.

The Good One-percenter?

He gave 'em an armored vehicle too?
What kind of nutjob does that?

Never found out how they communicated,
let alone his true identity.

Wish I'd peeked
inside their leader's cyberbrain.

Why didn't you?

Our job is to stop raids
before they happen.

Let someone else investigate.

I think I'm done here.

A think-tank is standing by up top.

Thanks.

-Hey.
-Wait.

Hey, that's a guard dog robot!

Why didn't you warn us?

You blew it!

Our optical camouflage
doesn't seem to fool it.