A/N: Hey everyone! This is my new chapter and I am glad to say I have a new cool story. Check out Sherlock! I Have an OC there! Anyways, THANK you THANK you THANK YOU! I love the new followers and favorite, I was going to post this but then my computer completely froze! Ugh I fixed it now but sorry for the late post, ENJOY! Plus I want new reviews please and a pic of Kida, I know you can do it!
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Chapter Eight
Tick Tock on the clock
Or maybe he wasn't. I have been following Cynbel for a long long time, but no leads turned up. Nothing! It's like he all of a sudden renounced his ways and went straight, a highly unlikely scenario but becoming more plausible with each passing minute. I was currently crouched in one of the nicer alley ways of the city, watching New sounds Factory where Cynbel had just entered moments ago. I shivered as a cold wind blew down the street, I was tempted to make a small flame, but that would just cause more attention to myself that I did not need. So I was forced here to wait in the cold, for a suspicious lead that is probably never going to happen. Just then a small car pulled to a side entrance, and two men I knew hopped out.
More accurately two men I hate. These guys have been around town for as long as I can remember; ugly brutes. No bending, but big in smuggling illegal weapons. So of course I just had to check it out. All goes as planned, I'll be home before the gang realized I snuck out. If they did realize I snuck out then… well I really don't want to find out how they would react. So hardening my nerves I quietly climb to the roof, where I have a clear sight of what those two imbeciles were up to, until they walked inside with the car idling outside. So I have a choice here; to stay safe and take care of myself, or risk my life and limbs for my… my friends on the island.
Three weeks ago I would taken off and let them fend for their selves, I mean sneaking past the guards were hard enough, might as well leave while I can. But now after meeting the gang, talking and eating with them. It seemed impossible to not do something to help. It was an east and unarguable choice, to leave and let the gang fight fend for themselves. It would be cruel. No, it was right to help, despite the obvious risk that it posed to me. Strange, I have never helped for helping; to repay a debt was different, but just for the sake of helping, a strange new sensation, and one that I enjoy.
So I slinked forward, bare feet not making a sound on the cold tiles of the roof. I reach the edge and had a daunting choice. How to get down to the ground without creating a large splat. Hoping that no one would be up at this hour I put my hands on the edge, balancing carefully in a precarious handstand, then swing my feet down onto a window sill below me. I squat down, position my hands cautiously then spread my legs into the splits while my hands held my entire weight, I think it must have looked pretty impressive.
Then grabbing a gutter with my feet tightly, I am now dangling upside, hanging by my feet. Sidling slowly down I grab the next sill. After that, I flip backwards, turning completely twice in the air before quietly landing on the ground. Great job Kida, no splat. I looked up the three story building I scaled down in less than five minutes. Living on the streets kept me strong and flexible, but now I need to remember to practice otherwise I will lose my touch.
I covertly crept towards the car, ears straining for any noise signaling their return. But with the car engine running it was hard to distinguish any possible footsteps. That meant I only had so much time. Only so much time to find out what these thugs are delivering to Cynbel. I reached the car and peered in; I only saw a couple crates, lashed together. Not enough information though, to satisfy me. So I crawl as quietly as I can into the car and examine the crates.
They were bolted shut with a metal lock, but that was easy enough to take care if I had plenty of time. Unfortunately I don't as much time as I want, so that complicates things. Glancing around I bend water from the air, creating a sharp stream of water. Cutting quickly I open the crates to reveal… straw. Running out of time, but unable to abandon my mission I continue digging through the straw till I hit my finger roughly against something cold and metal. Nursing my sore finger, I pull up the heavy steel object. And feel my jaw drop. It was large about two feet tall and wide.
It was covered in dark metal, with lighter steel plating over the circular iron. A few wires poked out through cracks in the bolts, but what scared me, what terrified me. Was that I recognized what this thing is. It was a bomb. Then it all made sense, these thugs are supplying Cynbel for bombs, bombs they are going to plant on the island. But why would Cynbel want to attack Korra and the gang. It didn't make sense. He has no motive. Or maybe he does. I recall when everyone was teasing Korra about her driving skills and her excuse was being distracted by the radio.
The radio, a radio installed by New sounds Cynbel, into a Sato mobile? They must have been business partners! Radios and cars, they would work together. Maybe he knew about the factory on their estate! Maybe he is an Equalist! That makes sense; he wants revenge for his partner getting arrested. By trying to kill everyone on the island! I have to get back and warn them. I have to warn the gang. As I turned to leave, something swung towards me from the corner of my eye. I duck quickly, and see two imbeciles starting at me. I leap forward; dodging their grabbing hands, flip over them and alight on the ground fist raised.
"Sorry missy, you found out too much." Came a voice. A voice behind me! Something heavy connects with my head and the world goes dark.
A/N: So what do you think? A nice cliffhanger, huh. Well you'll have to wait to find out. If you want to find out what happens to Kida, review and it will be posted sooner. See ya keep reading.