When the masked man left, Jet quickly found Longshot and Smellerbee and sought out the Avatar and his friends. He had seen several flyers for their bison advertised around town, and hoped to make amends by helping them. He had sent his Freedom Fighters in search of the bison, wanting Katara's forgiveness, though that feeling had long passed since his meeting with his mystery man.

"We've been looking around the city and we think we might know where the Avatar's Bison is." Smellerbee said wasting no time with greetings. "We think the Dai Li has a shady hideout under Lake Laogai and they could be keeping him there."

"Good work guys," Jet complimented, only ever would he spare compliment for his freedom fighters. "Let's get moving." Longshot took off ahead of them leading the way towards the fateful Lake Laogai. As Jet tailed behind him, his mind wandered once again to his masked companion, and although he thought it foolish he wondered if he might meet him again.

He couldn't believe what he had just done, he released the bison, leaving no hope for the restoration of his needed honor. Zuko cursed himself, put the mask back on and ran around the corner as hateful as he's ever felt. Try as he might to piece behind the reasoning behind his actions, Zuko could make no sense of it. Zuko continued running desperately hoping to scathe out of Lake Laogai unseen, but as destiny held it he was met with Dai Li Agents.

"Perfect" he hissed under his breath drawing his swords and preparing for battle. Not on top of his game Zuko took a blow to the shoulder, dropping one of his swords, yielding the other in front of him, he took no mercy on the Dai Li agents in front of him. With one sword lacking his twin it was clear to Zuko he had lost the upper hand. Zuko suddenly became keenly aware of presence next to him, daring a glance, he saw the Freedom Fighter.

"Fancy meeting you here stranger, looks like I'm saving your ass this time!" Jet yelled in the midst of striking a fatal blow to more than one Dai Li at once. Confused by the second appearance of the Freedom Fighter, Zuko nearly let down his guard and spoke, but fortunately found his mind before making the mistake. Continuing to fight side by side, back to back, as they had not just an hour prior, they somehow managed to prevail once again. Taking up the sword he had lost, Zuko turned to Jet, contemplating how he would thank him without revealing himself. Deciding on a typical bow Zuko put his swords in their holsters and bowed respectfully to the Freedom Fighter, who was beginning to occupy a space in mind.

"Well as I see it you owe me Masked Stranger, if your not one of those nomad types meet me at the outskirts of the lower ring tomorrow at dusk." With Jet's final attempt to lure the masked man he went off in search of his Freedom Fighters, whom he had lost shortly after entering Lake Laogai.

Standing alone in the darkness made Zuko feel uneasy, minutes seemed to turned to hours and he began to wonder if Jet was coming at all. The only comfort he felt was the sweet solace that he was hidden behind his mask. As time passed he began to second guess his decision to come here, fearful of the consequences. The last light of day was beginning to fade when Zuko saw the cocky walk of Jet's silhouette coming towards him.

"I have to say I'm surprised you showed." Jet sneered a slight smirk forming at his mouth. Zuko felt a slight blush creeping on to his cheeks and shook his head as if the action might also shake away the odd feelings. Jet raised his eyebrows.

"What still no dialogue? What do I have to do to get you to talk?" Jet smiled seductively taking a step towards his masked interest. Perhaps it was the allure of mystery, but Jet was past intrigued. Doing the only thing he knew to do, he took a step back ignoring Jet's question. Genuinely surprised at the actions of this man, Jet asked,

"Why did you even come?" Slight disappointment hinting in his tone. At this Zuko's guard faltered, and his shoulders slowly became less tense he let out a defeated sigh. Jet huffed in annoyance realizing perhaps he might be wasting his time. Without even giving a proper goodbye, he began to leave. Suddenly frantic Zuko took a running step and grabbed the Freedom Fighter's hand,

"Wait - wait, don't go." Jet turned a true smirk planted on his face.

"And such a nice voice too, you should use it more often." He smiled leaning against a building. Zuko fell silent once again trying to plot his next move carefully in order to satisfy his desire to learn more about Jet without letting Jet learn more about him.

"And what about you," Zuko interrogated. "Tell me who you are." Jet shrugged nonchalantly, in his mind his story had been told a hundred times over through 4 nations. Everyone was affected by the war, he wasn't special.

"What do you want to know?" He asked. Beneath his mask the corners of Zuko's lips turned up mischievously,

"Everything." Jet contemplated pouring his heart out to this masked stranger. He didn't know why he felt a sense of trust between the two, but it was there. Against his better judgement he acted on it.

"The Firenation burned down my town, my parents perished. I guess that leaves me as an orphan. I have my group the Freedom Fighters, Pipsqueak, Smellerbee and Longshot. We cause trouble for the fire nation where ever we go. Sometimes I think it'd be better for everyone if I went stag, but they need me so I stay." Jed explained, no emotion present on his face yet a war was raging inside his heart.

"The Firenation..." Zuko repeated quietly without registering the rest of Jet's words. "You seem like a good leader..." Zuko trailed off, feeling foolish for saying such a thing in the face of Jet's grief. "But that doesn't make up for loss."

"What about you? Firenation take anything from you?" Jet inquired.

"My mother..." Zuko replied, his voice barely a whisper. "They took away my mother." Jet understanding there were no words to ease his pain, he simply asked,

"And your father?" Zuko's fists clenched,

"I never had one." Jet realized there was so much more to this masked man than he could've ever imagined. They let the silent ship, each playing out scenarios of what the others life could have been like. Neither finding the courage to speak, or offer a condolence they let the silence settle eerily. Being the more confident of the two in the current situation Jet spoke up,

"So you're alone, like me?" Zuko glanced away knowing that he did in fact have his uncle, still he had no one else.

"You could say that." Jet knew the position the masked man was in, and so desperately wanted to relieve some of his pain.

"Join the Freedom Fighters."