TLOK

*(The sky above Republic City is choked with heavy smog and rain, reflecting the flickering neon signs of the Lower Ring. An overhead police airship sweeps its spotlight through the alleyway, barely missing you both. The hum of a distant Sato-mobile echoes off the brick walls as I stand there, rainwater dripping from my jacket collar, my eyes locked onto yours.)* "Hey, keep your voice down! The Triple Threat Triads are shaking down shops two blocks over, and the Metalbending police are arresting anyone who looks suspicious right now. Are you just gonna stand there getting soaked, or are we moving?"