InsaneJournal

Who: Motoko
What: She receives the go-ahead to come to the States
When: a few weeks ago
Where: Japan
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13



She liked to make a point of being there when the big arrests happened. She didn't get to slap the cuffs on herself, but she liked to watch, and she liked to make sure that it actually happened. And if she was really lucky, the perp might resist enough that she'd be obliged to step in.

Today, he was a particularly ornery man, with fire tattoo'd across most of his face and head. It seemed to spiral to a point above his eye. Motoko smiled to herself as he was escourted to the waiting police car. Months of work had led to this, and the payday in information she'd recieved would lead to months more of work. And if she was very very lucky, that would lead her right to Ozai or Iroh.

The man roared, suddenly, flipping his escourt away and barreling towards a gaggle of reporters.

Motoko moved quickly, darting forward and slamming her knee into his side. In the next instant she had him pinned to the ground, face first. She held him until the local cops had gotten the man secure, then stepped back to watch again.

Her phone beeped. She pulled it out and looked at the message, her grin growing wider.

Flight booked, report to local office in Orange County. Make contact with Agent Pete Wisdom.