Ch 7 night patrol
Asami drover her satomobile down a street in the dark night of republic city. Price pulled out a map of the area they were in, rumored to be filled with equalist movement.
"Here's the plan. We split up into teams of two. Ghost and Yuri, take the upper part of the block. Mako and Bolin, take the left side. Me and Korra will head up the middle. Makarov and Price, guard our side." Asami said.
Everyone separated and started to their objectives.
"So, Korra, what's on your mind?" Asami asked.
"A lot. You, our relationship, the equalists, you…" Korra said.
"I'm guessing a lot of it is about me." Asami said.
The continued walking in silence when Asami asked another question.
"What Ikki said. About you talking about me in your sleep. Is that true?"
"Lets not talk about that and say we did." Korra said.
Asami looked a little downcast, but brightened up again. They heard movement and turned around, only for the equalist to quickly ambush them. Before Asami could pull the trigger, the equalist chi blocked her and Korra, taking down both of them.
"Grab her." One of the equalist said, and they grabbed Asami.
"Don't you fucking touch her!" Korra yelled, attempting to fire bend at them, but nothing happened.
"Wait a minute. Lets make the Avatar suffer." One of the mooks said.
"How?" another asked.
"Simple. She watches while we rape Asami." The lead equalist said.
Eyes wide, and unable to bend or properly fight, Korra crawled towards Asami's Skorpion and grabbed it. Pointing it at the equalists, she pulled the trigger, and emptied the 20 round magazine into them.
Makarov and Price heard the shooting and ran down the alley meeting both of them.
"Makarov, take them down!" Price yelled, seeing an equalist escaping.
Makarov chased after the equalist and brutally gunned him down with his AK.
"You okay?" Price asked, slinging his rifle and picking up Asami, then Korra.
"I'm fine." Asami said, clenching her fists and moving her ankle.
"I can't believe that." Korra said, staring into space.
"Korra, it's okay. You had no choice." Asami said, standing on her two feet.
"Don't worry. We're heading home." Price said, heading back to the Satomobile. "If any more equalists attack, run. I'll take care of them."
"Bolin, repeat your last message." Price said.
"We captured a bunch of equalists. We're bringing them in for the police to take away." Bolin said.
"They'll just escape and fight another day. We don't negotiate with terrorists." Makarov said.
"Makarov…" Price said.
Bolin and Mako came, with equalists encased in earth prisons.
"Impressive." Price said.
"Thanks." Bolin happily said.
The equalists were tied and forced on their knees. Makarov watched guard over them, a decision that wasn't happy with Price. He knew how trigger happy the Spetsnaz could be. He also knew that he saw some of the worst fighting in the Chechen wars.
Makarov eyed the prisoners, and looked at his AK. Pulling the bolt back, he saw it was loaded. Flipping the safety to full auto he walked up to the prisoners, and pulled the trigger. Face contorted in hatred, he squeezed the trigger until the gun was out of ammo, and the prisoners were dead.
"Makarov! What the hell was that for!?" Yuri yelled.
Makarov didn't say anything, but walked back to the island. The sounds of gunfire were head, as he continued to fight the equalists.
"Why did he snap like that?" Bolin asked.
"I guess it's something from his past. Whatever it could be…" Mako said.
"Everyone, gather round. I have something to tell." Yuri said.
"Makarov was never really a good person. He was always a bastard, but he was an idealist at the beginning, as idealistic as an ultranationalist could be. In the first Chechen war, he was in the spetznaz, the most deadly branch in the Russian military. His brother was captured by Chechen rebels. Makarov wanted to go and rescue him right away, but his superiors said no. Wait until the next offensive. For two months Makarov waited, until said offensive was done. Makarov lead a team to the prison, and found his brother dead. He killed every single guard that was captured. After that, he helped destroy 10 Chechen hideouts and villages. No survivors." Yuri said.
"So he's a nutcase ready to go on a killing spree." Korra said.
"I'd say he's already starting. But he won't shoot his allies. At least I hope not." Yuri said.
As they headed back to the island, Ghost and Makarov spotted the large mountain overlooking the city.
"Guys, does anyone live in those mountains?" Ghost asked.
"No. There's wild animals that live up there. You'd be a fool to go there." Asami said.
"Could be a spot where the equalists are hiding out. That's what the Chechens did." Makarov said.
As they were driving, they heard on the radio about another batch of equalists rising up.
"Take us there. We'll deal with it." Price said, racking the bolt on his rifle.
As they got closer, they saw a truck escaping. As they drove behind the truck, the back end opened up and, popping sounds were heard.
"Holy shit! They got guns!" Bolin shouted.
"Get us closer!" Price yelled, firing his M4 at them.
Despite the gunfire, Asami floored it, enough so Price could fire an incendiary grenade. He pulled the trigger on his M203 and the grenade flew inside the vehicle.
"Amazing shot, Price." Ghost said.
"Comes with experience." Price replied.
The equalist truck crashed into a street pole, and the occupants scrambled out, burning and screaming.
"Don't shoot! Let them burn." Makarov said, lowering Korra's machine gun.
They watched as the equalists died from the burning. For Mako, Bolin, and Asami, it was heartbreaking. They saw their parents die by such a death.
"I'm heading back home." Asami said, no longer stomaching the brutality.
"Don't worry. We'll take care of the equalists." Ghost said, checking his pistol.
"That's why I'm heading home." Asami spat.
"If you can't stomach that, then leave the city. That is the taste of what both sides will do to each other. A general once said, war is hell. You can't contain it. You can't control it. The harsher it is, the quicker it'll end. I promise you that." Makarov said.
"Yeah, it'll end because everyone will be dead." Korra said.
"That's the point. When one side is completely destroyed, no more war. Plain and simple." Makarov said.
"You scare me, Makarov." Yuri said.
"Goes with the territory." Makarov replied.
Price walked towards the truck, and picked up a rifle.
"Kar98K rifle." He muttered.
"What's that you got?" Korra asked.
"We need to get back to the temple, now!" Price emphasized.
At the temple, they sat in the living room. Price threw the captured equalist rifle on the table.
"Kar-98K rifle. 5-round magazine. Fires 7.92mm bullets. Still lethal in experienced hands." Price said.
"Still lethal?" Bolin asked, picking up the rifle.
"Where we come from, is the year 2012. That rifle hasn't been used by any military as an official weapon since 1945. It's obsolete, but a good shooter can cause damage with it." Price answered.
Asami held the rifle and leaned against a counter.
"Hiroshi could be making thousands of rifles if he puts everything behind the project." Ghost said.
"We do have one advantage. The equalists aren't as trained or battle hardened to ballistic warfare as we are. And we got fully automatic weapons. This is a bolt-action rifle. Extreme slow firing rate compared to an AK or M4. We can still outgun them, and we got experience to boot." Makarov pointed out.
"Everyone, get some sleep. We'll be busy the next few days." Price said, tired from the fight.
As Korra went to her room, Asami walked in after her.
"Korra, can I sleep with you tonight?" Asami asked.
Korra gave Asami a weird look.
"Not like that. Well, I wouldn't mind if it came to that." Asami chuckled.
Korra smiled in response.
"Sure, Asami. What's on your mind?"
"Seeing what Price did to those equalists, it's giving me flashbacks to when my mom died. And…" Asami stopped, trying to hold back tears.
"Asami, I'm here for you, remember that." Korra said, pulling Asami close to her.
"Thank you." Asami said, then kissed Korra with enough force that Korra fell back on the bed, with Asami on top of her.
In another room, Makarov went thru the arsenal. AK-47s, M4s, G36Cs, RPDs, Dragunovs, etc.
"We fought well today. But this war will change. Tarrlok is in power, and his anti-equalist stance will only increase the strength of the equalists. That bastard can't think or see two feet in front of him." Makarov said.
He pulled out a map of the city and then a map of the mountain. The mountain was filled with trees, a few cabins, and plenty of wild animals.
"The equalists could hole up in the mountains, and conduct their raids from there. Or they could be hiding underground. If I was Tarrlok, and I see Korra as a threat to my political plans, I would capture her, and frame the equalists. That would be the easy part. Hiding her would be the hard part. Everyone knows the equalists are working underground, so Tarrlok would be able to put Korra in the mountains, and no-one would be the wiser." Makarov said to himself, jotting down the notes.