Alright, here's my latest story, one that will most likely be rather short compared to some of my others. It mainly consists of Ghost Rider and SHIELD's brief adventure to the world of Avatar, so it probably be over relatively quickly.

Also, I'd recommend taking a look at the Legend of Korra and Ghost Rider chapters in my other story 'Accounts of the Flood Conflicts' if you haven't already, as it covers some critical backstory that leads into this fic. But onto this story proper.

Disclaimer: I do not own Agents of SHIELD, Legend of Korra, Halo, or anything else that appears in this story.

Inside the Triple Threat Triad hangout, many individuals within were enjoying themselves. Some were at the bar, while others were at their own tables, drinking, laughing about their crimes, and all in all, just having a good time.

Unknown to most was the fact that under the bar was a hidden area, one which was normally used for smuggling, but now they had a different purpose as a hideout for the Red Lotus.

And it was for this reason that the Triple Threats were host to a visitor, who made his presence known with the loud engine of his car before it parked outside the building. He was immediately accosted by a couple of Triple Threat benders.

"Nice car." One bender said, putting his palm on the hood. "Where'd you steal it?"

"Hands off." The driver said as he stepped out of the vehicle.

"Just admiring it buddy." The waterbender said, refusing to move. "Is that not allowed?"

The new arrival said nothing, but suddenly the waterbender screamed and pulled his hand away as the car's surface had suddenly heated up. His partner, a firebender, sent a burst of flame at the man, but he was too close and a quick punch knocked him out.

Another punch knocked out the waterbender as he tried to attack, leaving the streets quiet. Through it all, the Triple Threats did nothing, waiting for this man to approach, some inwardly applauding for dealing with the two annoying members outside. They didn't have to wait long before the driver entered the door.

He didn't look like much; a Hispanic man wearing unusual clothing such as jeans and strange shoes, along with an odd black leather jacket with a strange white symbol on the front and a pair of black gloves on his hands. A length of chain was wrapped around him like a sash, and he paid no mind to the hostile glances sent his way as he walked into the room before reaching the bar.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked.

"Information." The new arrival replied. "I'm looking for a torn book page."

"That's... oddly specific." The bartender chuckled, trying to hide the sweat that just crawled down his spine. "What, are you dealing with an overzealous librarian?"

"Just answer the damn question." The man said, his hand balling into a fist. "Where is it?"

"Buddy, how the flameo would I know where to find this magic page you're looking for?" The man briefly smiled, which sent a shiver crawling up the bartender's spine.

"Interesting you should say that. Because I didn't say it was magic."

The bartender's eyes widened at his slip up, but that was all he had time to do before the new arrival grabbed his lapels and pulled his head into the bar itself. Dazed, the bartender was vaguely aware as he was pulled over the table until he was on the ground, with the Hispanic looming over him.

"Now, you're going to tell me where it is and who has it." The bartender grunted as a foot stamped on his chest. "Or this is going to get real ugly." The bartender simply laughed in between a fit of coughing.

"It's too late for that." He said, gesturing to the crowd behind him, causing his attacker to turn his head.

Every Triple Threat member in the room, along with the two guys from outside (who at this point had woken up) had gathered in the room, prepared to deal with this foolish punk who was meddling in business that wasn't his.

"You really think you can take us all on?" The bartender said, before another kick knocked him out.

The man finally turned fully to look at the hostile bar behind him, allowing the Triple Threats to see the fiery orange glow in his eyes as he pulled the chain off his body, letting the length pool to the floor, where the length of metal suddenly became covered in fire. Then his head began smoking as he said three simple words.

"Let's find out."

To their horror, the Triple Threats witnessed his flesh burn away from the inside out, as fire consumed his skeleton. Within a moment, the man's face was unrecognizable, having been reduced to a cracked skull emitting fire.

It was hours later when the police finally arrived, having been called when someone reported a lot of screaming. When the police arrived they had found a bloodbath. None of the Triple Threats had survived, and all of them were suffering from severe burns.

With the officers was a detective, one of the few Republic City could spare right now. Chief Beifong had admittedly wanted to send either Mako or Bolin, but those two were busy elsewhere, leaving the detective to work with Captain Saikhan, who had just arrived at the crime scene.

"What the flameo happened here?"

"A possible conflict with the Agni Kais." The detective replied. "Most of these guys died from severe burns."

"And those that didn't?" Saikhan struggled to hold his lunch as he looked around, seeing some bodies that had been mutilated in horrific ways.

"I'm not entirely sure. Some are obvious, but others... I just don't know." The other officer admitted. "All the witness reports I have say they only heard screaming. No one actually saw anything."

"More like they're too afraid to speak up." Saikhan sighed. "Alright, I guess we've got yet another gang war on our hands, unless evidence has suggested otherwise?"

"There's something else though." The detective said. "It looks like the bartender was with the Red Lotus."

"You're sure about that?" Saikhan asked. The officer pulled out a small stone, engraved with the symbol of the Red Lotus.

"Pretty sure, yeah. I found this on him."

"Well then." Saikhan hesitantly said. "I need to call this in."

In a hidden location, four individuals were sitting around a table, some with barely concealed impatience, as they waited for the fifth member of their meeting to arrive. Three of the individuals, two female and one male, sat close together and far apart from the fourth, whose features were hidden by a distinct mask.

The segregation was because of both genuine friendship and a little bit of fear of the masked man, whose reputation was known even to them. Fortunately, he had agreed to ally with the organization, as their goals were similar enough.

A door opened to this hidden room, and a fifth figure walked in. The masked man simply crossed his arms, while the other three gave a respectful nod to this newcomer. After sitting down, the fifth man spoke.

"How are you all... adjusting?"

"It feels strange." The shorter of the two women admitted. "To be walking around like this once again."

"Agreed." The deep voiced man next to her nodded. "And combine that with everything that's happened... well, suffice to say, we've still got a lot to catch up on."

"Indeed we do." The taller woman agreed. "And I intend to, once we get him out."

"We shall." The newest arrival said. "But it must be at a time when the Avatar is distracted, and no sooner."

"What about the White Lotus?"

"I'll see to it that they're not a problem." The masked man spoke up for the first time. "You can count on it."

"Then be ready. Our opportunity will come soon."

The next chronological chapter has already been written in another story of mine; Catalog at War, appropriately entitled 'Avatar vs Ghost Rider'. For those who haven't read it, please do so now, for it'll be important in the next chapter.

With all that said, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter and reviews are always welcome.