It had been almost two weeks since the defeat of the Equalists and Amon's death. The same day that the news arrived, the warden began to receive reports from the guards the General had been growing more irritable and had even begun throwing things at them during meal times. "He's an ex-Equalist who's been in solitary for seven years." The warden had observed. "No doubt he's just angry because of the news." He sent a guard down to give his most valued prisoner some time in the yard.

The guard slowly opened the iron door of the cell, immediately being shocked at what he saw. The desk in the center of the room had been flipped over, the phonograph lying smashed on the ground and in a million pieces. The small bookshelf had been emptied of all its volumes, the books themselves having been stripped of countless pages and then covered in mad scribblings. Ripped book covers and spines littered the floor aside shattered records in the sort of carnage that would make a librarian weep.

And in the middle of the chaos, pacing back and forth over what could be called an intellectual massacre, was the General. He ignored the guard as he entered, too busy muttering to himself and jotting down nonsensical notes on the paper. His shirt was covered in sweat stains and dirt smudges and a beard had even begun to take over his face as he seemed to have thrown all hygiene out the window. Ever since he had obtained news of Amon's death, General Kohun seemed to be suffering from some sort of mental breakdown.

"Only a matter of time." He muttered to himself. "Someone else will find the notes. Nonononono NO! Can't deal with someone else. Need to find the trail myself. Need to…"

The guard took a step forward, resting a hand on his baton. "Sir." He began, stopping as the crazed man halted his actions and gazed at him with a blankly curious stare. The guard cleared his throat. "The warden thinks you've been in solitary too long. You need to take a walk and get some fresh air."

Kohun's amber eyes suddenly regained their old fire. His posture quickly straightened and he suddenly seemed far less demented. A low chuckle emanated from his throat. "I agree completely." With that, he flung the papers into the air, confusing and frightening the guard.

"Bad stance!" He heard the General say as he felt his legs kicked out cruelly from under him. The guard reached for his club, only to feel it snatched off of his belt before he could reach it. Filled with anger and fear, the guard sent a vicious tongue of flame from his hand, arcing it out in front of him. The prisoner ducked down and quickly moved around to his captor's side, grabbing the guard's wrist.

"Poor bending technique!" He taunted as he brought the stolen club down brutally onto the guard's elbow, a vile snapping sound echoing throughout the cell. Before the guard could scream from the immense pain, Kohun placed a precise blow on his neck, rendering him unconscious. Kohun sighed at the limp guard. "And let's face it my friend, it could help you to work off a few pounds."

As the guard slumped to the ground, Kohun knelt down for his keys. Kohun poked his head out into the hallway, seeing no one in any direction. Before stepping out, he took one last look into the trashed cell that had served as his only home for seven years. "Such a waste of good books." He sighed, lamenting the necessary sacrifice of his literary collection. Nothing caught a warden's attention like a nutcase though and any good escape needed the warden's attention.

"They'll catch me if I try to get out alone." He thought. The sly escapee smiled as an idea found him and then walked towards the direction of the prison yard. "But not if everyone decides they want to come with me."

"How many, exactly?" Chief of the Republic City Police Lin Beifong asked the radio operator sitting next to her as she stood over his work station.

"Almost five hundred freshly-escaped convicts are in between here and Ba Sing Se, ma'am." The operator said.

Beifong's eyes widened. "Five hundred?"

"Yes ma'am." The radio operator listened with some difficulty over the static in his large headphones. "It seems as if one of the higher-security prisoners incited a mass breakout attempt. The warden is requesting that all police forces within the area lend a hand in recapturing them."

"Why did it take them three weeks to tell us of such a large breakout?"

The radioman just shrugged as he tried to cut through more static. The Equalists had resorted to sabotaging the telegraph lines and radio towers lately.

Chief Beifong stood back and momentarily took her attention away from the radioman, incidentally catching sight of a blue-clad girl sneaking towards the interrogation room. "Avatar Korra!"

Korra immediately assumed a nonchalant stroll, casually veering off course and approaching the Police Chief. "Chief Beifong," She said in false surprise. "It's nice to see you!" The Water Tribe girl did her best to mask her frustration at getting caught.

"Cut the crap, missy." Beifong sneered. "You know that you're not allowed to go into that room without me or Tenzin."

Korra heaved out an angry sigh. She couldn't stand it that despite being the one and only Avatar she was still treated like a child by the authorities. "Ever since we took back Republic City a month ago the Equalist's have been trying to pick up where Amon left off. Now, all of a sudden, I catch one of their top messengers and I'm not even allowed to interrogate the guy?"

Chief Beifong felt a smirk forming on her face. "I'm glad you understand the rules."

The young Avatar adopted a defeated stance, looking at the ground for a moment. Beifong just crossed her arms. Korra decided to give a pout that she used on Tenzin whenever she was feeling manipulative. "Come on, Chief." She pleaded. "You know that you at least owe me this." Whenever Korra needed to twist Beifong's arm, she brought up the fact that she had restored the Chief's bending.

Beifong scoffed at Korra. "I am eternally grateful, Avatar. Believe me. But I have something more important in mind for you than an interrogation." Korra raised an eyebrow, skeptical as to whether or not they would agree on what made something important.

"What exactly?" Korra inquired.

The Chief turned and began walking towards her office, motioning for the Avatar to follow her. Once they were inside, Beifong took a seat behind her desk and began looking through her reports. Korra tried her best to be patient as the police chief took her sweet time getting comfortable.

"Amon left behind several safehouses in the outer boroughs of Republic City." Beifong finally began, not bothering to even glance up from her paperwork. "From what we can tell the man spent years on meticulous planning. He kept logs of everything; he had a file on everyone. Needless to say any information that he possessed could prove extremely useful in any of the ongoing Equalist cleanup operations. We've found a few of these safehouses, but nothing really big."

"Until now?" Korra interjected.

Beifong sat back in her chair, a stiff smirk on her face. "We have reason to believe that we have acquired the location of Amon's main headquarters before the uprising. If our intelligence is correct, we'll have a goldmine of knowledge that could end the Equalists for good."

Korra felt the blood already pumping through her veins. "Well, let's go then." She turned to leave slowing down only so that she could hear Beifong yelling the address after her. She was in such a hurry that the only way she noticed the police recruit walking towards her was by running right into him. Korra looked up into the green-eyed stare of her best friend.

"Bolin!" She said, wondering if Beifong would let him come along.

Bolin smiled and grabbed her shoulders in excitement. "You're going to the bust, too?"

"You're going?" She asked.

Bolin straightened himself and cracked his knuckles. "Even as a rookie I get the good jobs." The earthbender then gave her one of the grins that characterized him better than any words. "Of course, being on Team Avatar helps."

Korra gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder as they began walking towards the squad cars. "This is awesome."

Bolin chuckled. "It certainly is for me. I'm the one who gets to raid Amon's old headquarters with the Avatar." He hopped into the back of one of the personnel cars while Korra hopped onto Naga. "I'm telling you, Kor, this is the best birthday present ever."

Korra just laughed. "Your birthday was three weeks ago."

Bolin leaned back against the wall of the patrol van. "Every day is my birthday." He said, closing the door as the cars began to speed off towards the scene.