Ch 4 R&R
The MRAP stopped at the stadium, and Price and Korra walked out.
"You sure Tenzin is okay with this? Having the brothers stay at the temple?" Price asked.
"Yes. I asked him, and he said it was okay." Korra said.
"Okay. But yesterday, Bolin picked up a pistol. He had no idea what it was. I'd rather not avoid another situation like that." Price said.
"I've seen what your guns are capable of doing. I doubt Bolin, or any of us will want to mishandle them." Korra said.
The two walked up to see Bolin and Mako pack their things.
"Hey guys, I got great news. Tenzin said you can stay with me at air temple island." Korra said.
"Actually, Asami asked us to move in with her in her mansion! From now on, it's the life of luxury for us." Bolin said.
"That's great." Korra said.
"Korra, you can come by." Asami said.
"I got some Avatar stuff to do." Korra said.
"Take her offer, Korra." Price said.
"Price?" Asami asked.
"Something I learned real early on. Never run when you can walk. Never walk when you can sit. Never sit when you can lay down. Never pass up on a fresh supply of food and water. And never, ever, pass up on R&R. Right now, ya'll need it." Price said.
"See, he knows it. We deserve a little rest after all this crazy stuff. We could swim in Asami's pool." Bolin said, in a high pitched voice, holding Pabu as if the ferret was talking.
"All right." Korra laughed.
"Great. See you tomorrow." Asami said.
As Korra watched Asami walk away, she blushed red.
"How's your pulse?" Price asked, watching the whole thing.
Korra put her fingers on her neck and noticed it was beating rapidly.
"Fine." She said.
"Well, if you want that relationship to thrive, go for it. In the meantime, enjoy the R&R. You'll be in the fight before you know it." Price said.
As they drove back to the island, Price grabbed a mike.
"Makarov, you hear me?" Price asked.
"I hear you." Makarov said.
"Korra and her friends are staying at Asami's mansion. I want you to be there. If the equalist attack, I want as much protection as possible. In the meantime, we should start training the Avatar and her friends on hand-to-hand fighting." Price said.
"Price, they've been thru an ordeal. It's best if we halt the training for a couple days." Yuri said over the radio.
The next day, Makarov drove Korra to the mansion, 'borrowing' a Sato mobile at the temple. The same one that Tarrlok gave to Korra before the gala.
"You're going to fast!" Korra shouted.
"This is nothing. In the second Chechen war, I was involved in a shoot-out. Me and a couple of buddies grabbed a jeep and made a run towards it. I was in the driver seat. One hand on the steering wheel, the other holding the AK, hosing down any rebels that came our way." Makarov said.
"Your world is scary as shit. How many wars occur?" Korra asked.
"24/7. It's on a daily basis. It's a miracle we still have people on earth." Makarov replied.
Arriving at the mansion, the butler showed them to the pool.
"Hey Korra. This is amazing!" Bolin said, jumping into the pool.
"Korra, glad you'd came." Asami said.
"Well, I'd rather not skip up on R&R, as Price put it." Korra said.
"Korra, in my room, there are some swimsuits you can wear." Asami said.
"Great. Where's your room?" Korra asked.
"Oh, right. I'll show you." Asami said, forgetting that Korra didn't know the mansion. As Asami led Korra to her room, Makarov found an empty room and started to clean his weapon.
Thank god for the AK. Simple, and easy to take care off. Makarov thought, as he quickly cleaned his rifle. He then cleaned his desert eagle, noting that it wasn't used in the stadium. He thought over the current war. It was apparent that the avatar and her friends, while good fighters, hadn't been in any war. From what he heard, there hasn't been a war for 70 years. They were lucky. Earth was subjected to wars, big or small, mainly small, on a daily basis. Amon wouldn't last long on earth.
Leaning back with his weapons cleaned and ready, he chuckled at the memories. Especially during that shoot out. That was a hair raising mission. And he was laughing like a maniac, driving and shooting at the same time. He was one of the best Spetsnaz in the Russian army, and involved in some of the most brutal operations.
"And I need to use the bathroom." He said.
Grabbing his weapons, he searched the mansion for a bathroom. Walking down a hallway, he heard some noise from Asami's room. Leaning closer, he unslung his AK rifle and grabbed the door handle.
"Asami, what if someone sees that?" Korra asked.
"Then they'll know your ass belongs to me." Asami said.
"Great. I'd rather not have a hickey to be the evidence." Korra said.
"It's just our secret. No-one will know." Asami said, pushing Korra onto the bed, straddling her.
"Except me." Makarov said, opening the door.
"Makarov?!" Korra shouted.
"Yes. Next, time, lock your door." Makarov said, before closing the door.
The two wondered if Makarov would tell about the two. But one thing was for certain. He ruined the moment.
"I'm gonna kill him." Asami said.
"We can continue tonight." Korra said.
Makarov watched as the kids played around in the pool. Korra used fire bending to increase the temperature of the water, turning it into a hot spring. Walking back inside he found a book called Revolution 101. Sitting down on a couch, he read it.
After a few minutes, he heard footsteps in the house. He stood up and unslung his AK. Walking down another hallway, he ran into Mako.
"Hey Mako." Makarov said.
"Hey Makarov. Asami wants to show us something. You better come." Mako said.
Mako found himself in a set of stands, over-looking a racetrack.
"This is so cool." Korra said.
"This is where Future industries tests their sato mobiles. Ever drove one?" Asami asked.
"Only thing I know is how to drive is a polar bear." Korra replied.
"Want me to take you for a spin?" Asami asked.
"Lets do it." Korra said. "Makarov, you against me and Asami."
"Why?" Makarov asked.
"You told me you were in a shoot-out while driving. Since you're still alive, that must mean you're a good driver." Korra said.
Makarov sat in a Sato-mobile racer, against Asami and Korra. The ref waved his flag, and both cars were off. Asami floored it and get a head start, but Makarov closed the gap real quickly. Driving in a race track was nothing. At least no-one was shooting at him.
Asami looked at Makarov and went wide eyed. Makarov smiled at her, then brandished his AK-47 at them. Asami switched the car to high gear and floored it. She watched as the RPM meter hit the red gauges, but she didn't care. She was up against a psychopath. She briefly looked behind, and saw Makarov trailing behind her. She quickly passed the finish line and slowed down. Makarov followed suit.
"God that was crazy shit. You're a hell of a driver." Korra said.
"Thanks. I can't believe Makarov would do that." Asami said. She sat next to the sato-mobile and rested.
"What the hell was that for?!" Korra yelled to Makarov.
"It amuses me. Besides, if I wanted to hurt you, I would have done so before now." Makarov said.
"I get the feeling you're right." Korra said.
"Well, don't worry about me and my squad-mates. Once Amon is dealt with, we'll be heading back home." Makarov said.
The two watched as the Spetsnaz walked back to the stands.
Heading into the house, Korra found a bathroom, and washed up. She noticed a hickey that Asami left earlier, and wondered why no-one talked about it.
"Shit." She muttered. Using her water bending, she put it on the bruise and watched as it healed and disappeared.
Walking out, she heard Hiroshi Sato talking.
"By the end of the week, we'll be ready to strike." Hiroshi said.
Korra backed away in horror. Hiroshi was an equalist. She then thought about Asami. They were close. She couldn't destroy their friendship. Sighing, she ran thru the living room.
"Korra, where are you going?" Asami asked.
"I'm sorry guys, but I need to air sit, I mean baby bend, I mean babysit the air bender kids." Korra said, before running out.
"What was that about?" Mako asked.
Makarov ran outside after her.
"Korra, you know something." He muttered.