Lin Beifong was by no means a patient person when it came to interrogations, but it was this particular trio that had really started to irk her.
One of them was sitting right in front of her now, the only male of the group in clothing that appeared to be a customised and adapted version of the robes that the air bending monks favoured so reverently, the only difference being that the entire clothing was coloured in different shades of black.
Lin looked down towards the sheet of paper that rested between her hands, reading the name to herself that had been put down for this certain individual.
Larik.
She frowned.
No last name?
Curious.
"Something the matter Miss...?" she looked up to stare at the boy, realising that he had seen the expression on her face.
"No last name. Why?" she asked, suspicion clear in her voice.
"I'm an amnesiac; I don't know my last name." Larik replied, a tired smile on his face indicating that he had answered this question before.
This one's going to be tricky, I can tell.
His entire posture plainly made it obvious that there was a sharp mind in the boys head, leaning back softly, and one leg over the other, his eyes always on her face.
"Let's get straight to the point kid," she stood up and leant towards him, her face directly in front of his own. "Why did you attack those thugs and better yet why did you all run from my men!" her voice had grown to a yell near the end, the accusation clear in both her voice and eyes.
Larik noticeably shrunk slightly under her gaze before regaining his composure and straightening back up.
"We didn't go in looking for a fight, Chief ..." he paused, realising he never asked her name.
"Beifong." She curtly replied, earning her a raised eyebrow, not surprised with who the name had originally referred to.
Damn her fame and the headaches that is a result of it.
Noticing his silence she quickly made an impatient "hmm-mm" sound his way and he quickly resumed speaking.
"... yes, well we didn't mean to have a fight ma'am, we only meant to help the lady in red clothing, who seemed utterly distressed with having three thugs threaten her life I might add, and it simply... uh... went out of hand you could say." He finished, sweat slowly trickling down his face.
You could say that again, kid.
"You could've called the police, kid, and let us do our jobs." She retorted, hoping to see a glimmer of an emotion from him.
"It was our first day here ma'am so I think it would have been difficult trying to find a satophone whilst this girl was getting attacked, and even then it would have been too late." He answered defensively, his face showing traces of anger and defiance.
"Who else was with you anyway, the one that looks like she came from one of the northern water tribes?" she asked, rumours already circulating about who she was, with Lin hoping that it was for only that: rumours.
"That would be Korra, the Avatar."
Damnit.
At the unexpected silence that followed, Larik gave a confused glance her way. "You have nothing to say about that? Nothing?"
Oh I do, kid.
"Not for your ears I'm afraid, kid."
He frowned slightly, disappointed briefly but then soon after he regained his composure, straightening back up.
"After you manhandled those thugs, you attempted to evade capture, how and why?"
"Thats a good question ha-ha, one I'm more than happy to tell you."
"When does this story start?"
A brief smile flashed through his smile, worrying Lin.
He is definitely one to watch she thought to herself.