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Special Agent
Vanessa Kernaghan
Bounty Hunter, Class 1

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"I actually have another one just a few blocks down. I'm going to check on that one and see what I can find. I want to at least get one wrangled in today. But you go and have fun. We'll rendezvous for lunch at the cafe down the block? Say, two o'clock?"

Vanessa found a telephone poll with the emergency phone attached just a few feet down. As she waited for an answer, she picked up the phone and dialed out. The operator took down her government information and immediately connected her back to her office in headquarters. One of her colleagues answered after a series of clicks signalling the line was being recorded. She once again stated her name and government identification, then proceeded to leave information in regards to the victim in the house they were just in. Within twenty minutes or so, the place would be swarmed with homicide detectives. Vanessa hung up and turned back to Nel.

"Well? Meet back up for lunch? I don't know about you, but I don't want to be here when the other crews get here. You might have to stick around though, if you have a connected case."

Vanessa looked around the area and saw the usual light pedestrian traffic at such an hour and quickly went to kiss Penelope for good luck and tapped her on her rear for fun. She smiled and went to her bike, unchaining it and taking off down the main road to her next target.

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Special Agent
Vanessa Kernaghan
Bounty Hunter, Class 1

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Vanessa arrived at her next location and saw it was a nice duplex with an overlooking balcony on the second floor. Sitting out on the balcony was an older couple sipping tea and conversing happily.

"Goodday up there!" Vanessa called out. The man and woman looked down and waived in reply. "I'm looking for a man who lives here. Have you seen him?" Vanessa gave them the man's name and general appearance. The two both nodded and said the man had just left a few moments ago, but should return shortly. Vanessa thanked them and went a few doors down to set up a stakeout.

As if on cue, the man on Vanessa's warrant returned back at the duplex just as the couple had said. Vanessa left the stoop she was sitting on and approached the man from behind.

"Excuse me, Sir," Vanessa said. The man turned and smiled, asking what she needed. She asked the man his name, and he confirmed it was indeed.

"I beg your pardon, Sir, but I have a warrant for your arrest, for tax evasion." As she spoke, she produced the warrant papers. The man's smile instantly disappeared, but he nodded solemnly. He asked if he could only just lock his house back up and then he'd come along. Vanessa watched as he did so, cuffed him, and walked him a few blocks down to the town police station.

If only all my cases were this easy, Vanessa thought to herself.

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Special Agent
Vanessa Kernaghan
Bounty Hunter, Class 1

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Vanessa went through the remainder of her afternoon chasing down the easy warrants: three tax frauds, one man charged with evading the police, and one woman charged with minor theft. For the most part, they all knew they were in trouble and put up very little resistance. It was about 1:00 PM and all the simple warrants were taken care of. Vanessa had already wrangled in 412£ for the five warrants she brought in. That's a little bit over $130 American dollars per head. Not half bad for a day's work.

The redheaded bounty hunter deliberated within herself as to what she was going to do for the next hour before lunch. Her next "easier" target was a man charged with posession of illegal substances and distribution of them. The reason he was so hard to catch was because he was never in one place for very long. The bobbies booked him once for posession, but he was released on probation for a month before he got himself back into trouble.

Finally deciding she knew enough streetsmarts to outwit this dealer, she decided to leave her bike chained by the precinct and wrapped her cloak tighter to hide her weapons and keep face in the bitter winds. She started walking alley ways and back roads, hitting most of the spots where she knew druggies gathered. In exchange for a few pounds each, she was able to pinpoint where her warrant man was located. She began walking the last few blocks to where she was told he could find him.

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Special Agent
Vanessa Kernaghan
Bounty Hunter, Class 1

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Vanessa quickly glanced at her wrist watch and checked the time. She was going to be late for lunch, but she wasn't too upset at the moment. If she could bag this dealer, she'd make a whopping 930£ just on his head alone! She wondered what Penelope would do with her share of $750 dollars. Perhaps invest in some form of transportation.

As she turned the corner, she saw ahead a man in a black trenchcoat. Vanessa slower her pace immediately and began to walk with a slight limp and made herself unsteady, visually seeming as though she was under the influence of some narcotic. As she approached the man, she mentally checked his face. He was her guy. When she got nearer to him, she held out her hand as if to ask for money.

He backed away from her, thinking her destitute and wanted no parts of her. It was then that Vanessa flashed him a few hundred pounds sterling and he instantly changed his mind. In a flash, he took her money, counted it, and handed her three drug inhalers for her price. The moment Vanessa pocketed her drugs, she stood up straight and tall, pinning a gun to his chest.

"You're under arrest by the authority bestowed upon me by the Military Intelligence, Sector Six. You have the right to remain silent...." Vanessa continued to read his rights as he stood there paralyzed. That is, anyone wouldn't move with a gun at their chest. She turned him around and cuffed him, then kicked him to the ground. She sheathed her weapon, took her money back, and searched him for any other drugs or weapons. She found a few dozen small pouches of pills and about thirty more inhalers. She placed everything he had in a section of her back bag that was covered by her cloak...except the three that she had purchased from him prior. She even hid another two after that, holding a grand total of five inhalers. She wouldn't be telling the police about those ones. And if he outed her, well, the cops wouldn't know how many he was carrying, right?

She wrestled him down to the precinct, handed him over, and deposited the drugs he was carrying into their evidence locker. She picked up her hefty paycheck and nearly sprinted across town to her bike where she drove the last few blocks to the cafe. When she arrived, she was already an hour and a half late. Penelope would be so mad, but not so mad when Vanessa handed over half her wages.

"Hey baby, sorry I'm late. Had a rough time chasing this dealer. Shall we eat now?"

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Special Agent
Vanessa Kernaghan
Bounty Hunter, Class 1

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Vanessa picked up herself a rather large submarine topped with crisp lettuce, ripe tomato, fresh sliced olives, matured provelone, and hearty roast chicken breast. She dashed some oil and vinegar atop the meat and took a hungry bite. A small drizzle of oil slid down her chin, but she didn't care. She'd clean herself when she finished her meal.

After she swallowed her first few bites, she took a sip of her pop and began to speak.
"Well, I had to pay a few people to find his location, and it took me nearly the entire time just to track him down. It was the moment I captured him and brought him to the station that was the fastest part. People tend to do almost anything when they're staring down the barrel of my blaster. I found him loaded with drugs but no weapons. Dropped it all off with Evidence people and rushed over here."

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Special Agent
Vanessa Kernaghan
Bounty Hunter, Class 1

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Vanessa shook her head. "Not really. Maybe thirty pounds or so. Speaking of which...."

Vanessa looked around the cafe and saw most people were engaged in their conversations. The redhead took out a wad of cash to show Penelope. She quickly counted out half the earnings and slid it over to her girlfriend, roughly over 650£ for each of them.

"Not sure what we're going to do as far as food and shelter in the weeks to come, but here's a good start. Don't spend it all in one place," Vanessa joked. "How did your chases go?"

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Special Agent
Vanessa Kernaghan
Bounty Hunter, Class 1

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Vanessa wrapped up the other half of her sandwich and took out her warrants. She flipped through them quickly and nodded. "I don't have any more local ones. My next one is two towns over. I suppose I could help with your last two."

The redhead put her leftovers in her back bag and took out a spy-der. She began to tinker with it and fiddle with the gears. She was trying to make it so that it moved faster and more silent. Though, with the tools she had with her, all she managed was to make the clockwork trip over its own legs due to the slight increase in speed.

Vanessa smiled. It was progress, failed progress, but progress nonetheless. She continued to fidget until Penelope finished her meal then she put away her gizmo for later.

"Well, shall we?"

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