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Who: Irisa and Nolan
What: Nolan takes Irisa out on her first hunt
Where: Nolan's car parked outside a perp's house
When: Start of June
Rating: R for language and a bit of violence
Status: Complete


Nolan stopped the car almost a block from the motel, reclining a little in his seat and sipping from his coffee. “Okay, we’re here. But we got time, so we’re going over the plan again,” he said, turning to Irisa in the passenger seat. Nolan reached into the back, pulling out a file. “I chose a small fish, for your first hunt.”

“A hunt? That’s what you call it?” Irisa looked at him skeptically from her seat next to him.

Nolan inclined his head ever so slightly in her direction. “Bounty hunter. Hunt, hunt. Hunt is in the job description, smartass,” he said before opening the file. “Okay, this guy; Alan Moser. 42 years of age, skipped bail while awaiting trial for soliciting a minor. We confirm his identity, bag him, bring him in.”

“Ok, so...what’s the plan of attack?” Irisa asked, leaning over to try to look at the papers. “Use me as bait to draw him out?” she asked matter-of-factly.

Nolan glanced over at her. “Uh, no. I’m not putting you in danger. This is strictly watch-and-learn,” he said firmly.

“You brought me on a hunt...I’m pretty much already in danger,” Irisa pointed out. “Don’t be a pussy,” she challenged.

“I brought you on a hunt because you never stopped talking about anything else,” said Nolan. “I was trying to stop the whining.” He looked out the front windshield, exuding a long stretch of a sigh. “You think you can handle it?”

Irisa gave him a pointed look as if to say ‘Really?’ She wasn’t some simpering little maggot and he should know better than to think she were.

Nolan recoiled a little at Irisa’s stare, and then popped open the glove compartment. “Take the taser and walkie-talkie, I will keep you in sight,” he said. “Confirm his identity, got it?”

“Got it,” Irisa nodded, taking the taser and walkie-talkie from him. “I’ll just go up, ask for directions somewhere, flirt a little, get his name, yeah?”

He quickly reached out and grabbed her shoulder. “Be careful, okay? I’ll be watching, and if you sense anything going wrong or feel uncomfortable in the slightest, you walk right back to the car. Okay?” he urged her, unable to hide the parental worry in his voice.

“Ok Nolan,” Irisa sighed, barely able to stop from rolling her eyes as she got out of the car. “Who’d have thought a trip to Australia would have turned you into such a worrier?” she teased as she got out of the car. “I’ll give you two taps on the walkie-talkie to let you know I’ve confirmed his identity, ok?” she said through the open window as she hid the machine and the taser in her pocket.

“Australia is filled with spiders that shoot acid and sharks that were probably connected to the JFK assassination, it would make anyone worried,” said Nolan, settling back into the driver’s seat with a concerned sigh. “Go, kid.”

Irisa laughed at that, tapping her hand on the car door before heading over to the target’s door. She stuffed her hands in her pockets and walked up the driveway, pausing for a second to read the name on the mailbox: ’Moser’. Smiling to herself, she headed up to his door.

Being away from Irisa for a month was the longest he’d gone without having her around, and he’d missed her more than he wanted to admit. She was his daughter, after all. Blood didn’t matter, she was his. And now he was putting her in danger.

But Irisa could take care of herself, he knew that. She had more common sense than he had at times, and as he watched her walk up to the motel door, this thought comforted him. The comfort didn’t stop himself from keeping the walkie practically glued to his hip. When the two taps came, Nolan was right outside the car and shooting up to Irisa’s side with taser in hand.

When Nolan arrived, Irisa had already put the target on the ground. Using Alucard’s training she used her small stature to her advantage and had taken him by surprise, sweeping his legs out from under him before pinning his arms behind him and sitting on his back. “You’ve got handcuffs, right?” she asked him with a cocky smile twitching at the corner of her lips.

Nolan’s mouth fell open, his eyebrows raised. For a moment, he just stood with his taser loosely clutched in one hand. “Where’d you learn to do that?” he asked, snapping the taser away and taking out a pair of plastic handcuffs.

"What can I say?" Irisa shrugged non-chalantly. "I was busy while you were gone," she smirked proudly while he cuffed the target. "I can introduce you, you could learn a thing or two," she teased as they stood the guy upright once he was secured.

“Please, don’t do this to me,” gasped Moser against the concrete. Nolan reached down and roughly lifted the target to his feet by the arm. “I’d read you your rights,” he said. “But I’m not a cop. Zip it.”

Nolan addressed Irisa as they marched back down to the car. “Busy learning karate? Exactly who taught you that?” he asked with slight suspicion.

“Not karate, just...discipline,” Irisa told him, feeling more than slightly smug about it. “Someone I found on the Valarnet, I’ll tell you when we’re not around this piece of pond-life,” she pushed the target forward a little.

One eyebrow lifted in a mix of curiosity and irritation. There was perhaps a little pride there, too. “Well then...to be continued, I guess. And, uh…” Nolan opened the backdoor of the car, standing aside to allow Irisa to push Moser inside. “Good job.”

Irisa made the guy duck his head as she put him in the car, fastening the seatbelt over him before shutting the door on him. “Thanks,” she smiled up at him proudly, hands on her hips. “So, can I come to work now?”

Nolan opened the passenger side door for her, cocking his head with a raised eyebrow. “Get in the car, smartass,” he said, not unkindly.

Irisa laughed and hopped in the car. “Love you too,” she smiled cheekily as he shut the door.