The Equalists all stood together at a round, mahogany table. A large, wrinkled map of Air Temple Island was displayed in front of them. Amon was going over the plans for the upcoming attack on the small island. He stopped talking and looked up.

"Any questions so far?" short female chi-blocker slowly raised her hand, "Yes, you."

"If we do a good job, can we go out to eat?"

Amon stared at her. She stared back. Staring contest. "What did you have in mind?"

"Noodles."

The Equalist leader nodded, "Alright, if you guys do a good job, we can all go out for noodles after. Only if you don't mess up though."

Two chi-blockers in the back high-fived. Amon continued going over his plan. He went over maneuvers, strategies, broke people up into groups and gave out assignments. At the sound of the door opening, Amon lifted his head. It was Lieutenant.

"You- you guys are having a meeting?"

Amon simply stared at him, "No."

"You didn't invite me to the meeting!"

"There's no meeting."

Lieutenant threw his arms in the air, "I'm looking right at you guys! This is a meeting."

Amon shook his head, "Nope, there's a mistake."

Suddenly, a chi-blocker appeared behind Lieutenant, carrying a wide package. "Hey, I got the jelly donuts for the meet-" He looked at Amon, who was motioning for him to shut the fuck up. The chi-blocker nodded and slowly backed out of the room. Amon sighed, inhaling deeply and then exhaling equally since that is typically what one does when they sigh.

"Everyone, I need to talk to Lieutenant. Alone," everyone stayed where they were, "That means everyone but me and Lieutenant leave the room."

The chi-blockers let out a symphony of 'ohs' and filed out of the room. Now it was just Amon and Lieutenant. They stood in silence for a few seconds before Amon started to speak.

"You know, you give-"

"I give you heart burn, I know."

"Okay, as long as you know."

"Why wasn't I invited?"

Amon tapped his covered chin, "Well, I think I might hate you. That's one. You give me heart burn but you already know that. And you kinda fucked up your orders, maybe four times."

"That's not my fault."

"Hiroshi Sato's daughter electrocuted you with your own weapon."

"She-"

"Look, don't blame me for your screw ups! You could have been an accountant!"

"I was an accountant. You burned my office down!"

With a great amount of sass, Amon put his hands on his hips, "And look where that got you."

"That makes no sense."

"Doesn't matter. You redeemed yourself anyway when you pitched the my-mask-on-Aang's-statue idea."

"So why was I invited to the meeting?"

"Heart burn."

They both stood there in silence once more, staring at each other. Second staring contest. Lieutenant finally turned toward the door. "I'm going to bed."

"Good night. I hate you."

"Thanks, Amon."