The loud whistles of the trains screamed with a cloud of smoke streaming out of its metallic jail. Hundreds of business men and tourists hustled throughout the train station. Some running to catch their ride or rush to collect their luggage. The sun beamed heavily on Republic City with blazing hot rays. Whether you were inside or out, the whole city felt like it was baking in an oven. Lin's metallic uniform strapped so tightly around her body certainly didn't help the chief's already boiling attitude.

It was too damn hot to be surrounded by so many people in the middle of a summer's day. She needed to get out of here soon or else she was going to have a heat stroke. When the hell was the 1:05 train coming? The chief grumbled under her breath and began to walk to the waiting lounge to make phone call.

She dialed the president's office number and asked if he was certain this was the exact station she was supposed to be at. He confirmed and told her to wait a bit longer. Lin hung up without any further word.

"1:05 train has arrived. The 1:05 train has arrived. All passengers will depart at gate number eight." The intercom bellowed above everyone's heads. Lin sighed in relief and walked toward the gate and occasionally bumped into some rude man in an expensive looking suit. Once there, she waited with her arms crossed and one hip cocked out with her normal scowl. Soon enough the arriving train slowed to a stop and the train's engineer was the first to step out and lead its passengers out.

One by one every passenger stepped onto the concrete platform, all fanning themselves to try to cool their sweating faces. None of them were the person Lin had to wait for.

The harsh sun rays blasted even hotter onto the city and Lin began to regret ever wearing her uniform on such a hot day. It was her day off, for Spirit's sake! She picked at her collar and practically had to peel it away from her sweaty neck. She grimaced in disgust and huffed at her poor choice of wardrobe. Her eyes darted back to the departing area but was only met with another horde of business men stepping out.

Lin turned away for a moment to watch some casualties hug and kiss their loved ones. Though the chief of police couldn't see how they could so happy when they were practically drench in their sweat.

"Chief Beifong?"

Lin turned her head and was greeted by one of the business men who stepped onto the platform. She raised a skeptical eyebrow at the man. "Can I help you?" She asked.

The man nodded and pulled out a large case file from behind his back and handed them to Lin. "I'm Raiku Chang, the head of the Fire Kingdom's School for Delinquents. We spoke on the phone earlier this evening."

"Ah yes," Lin said, remembering their exact conversation. "You're the one who's supposed to bring her."

"Yes, and again, I apologize that we had to reunite the two of you in such sour terms."

"It's fine." Lin dismissed. "So, where is she, anyways?"

Raiku turned his back to Lin and called out to the distance. The man turned to her saying he would return in a moment. Lin was left in slight confusion for a few moments before having Raiku return with a young woman.

She was a teenager, barely looking old enough to be eighteen. She was on the short side, looking to be 5'4" with wavy black hair cascading down her back with bangs swept aside her face. Her eyes were shielded from the sun by a pair of dark glasses. The girl was wearing a pair of tight fitting black dress pants with a white t-shirt. A black jacket hung off her shoulders, a duffle bag was hanging off her left shoulder with her arm through the strap. The girl's black boots clicked on the concrete with every step she took. Her thin lips were clamped down on the butt of a lit cigarette that was already half way finished. It seemed stupid to be doing such a thing and wearing such dark colors in this kind heat. Well, at least to Lin it was.

Lin fought the urge to rub her temples. She hasn't even talked to the kid and yet the brat was already giving her a headache. This kid looked like the type of delinquent Lin had the displeasure of interviewing whenever a shop was vandalized or when someone was suspected of shoplifting. To be frank, she was referred as a bad kid just by looking at her.

Lin's bad kid.

Raiku looked to the young woman with a warning look saying, "Behave". He turned back to the chief with a smile. It wasn't the kind of professional smile that she would get when meeting with someone from the council. It was more like an apologetic smile or one filled with sympathy. It worried her because it only raised her suspicion about the kid. With one final bow, Raiku said his goodbyes and parted ways with the two women.

Not one minute after he left, Lin and her kid were having a glaring contest, string into one another's soul with the exact same scowl. The teen removed her sunglasses and hung them on the collar of her t-shirt. Her golden orange eyes glowed and hardened at Lin with a strong irritation. Well, at least I know she got one thing from me, Lin thought. But it wasn't true and she knew it.

Her daughter had inherited Lin's once midnight black hair (though even when the chief of police was younger, she would never allow her hair to grow as long as the kid's) and Lin's indecisive lips that were currently pulled down by the scowl. In a way, the teen somewhat resembled Toph Beifong but a lot less muscle and a lot more attitude.

Lin was the first to speak as she was growing tired of this little game. "Your eyes changed color. They were green when the last time I saw you."

The teen raised a thin, dark eyebrow and softened her glare by a small percentage. "Really? I'm surprised you even remembered you had a daughter." She hissed, taking a long drag from her cigarette and blowing it in Lin's face.

Lin didn't know what caused her to do her next actions, maybe it was the fact that she was in front of her now teenaged daughter for the first time in years or the fact that she was reminded that she was a mother, but even her next moves were considered 'gentle' by the people who personally knew the police woman.

When the smoke hit Lin's skin, she fanned it away with her hand and sent a metal cable towards her daughter's mouth. Rather than hitting any spot on the teen's face, the cable latched itself around the cigarette by Lin's command and pulled it right out of the girl's mouth. Tobacco spewed about the concrete ground with some specks landing on Lin's metal boots.

"I don't know how much you smoked back at the Fire Kingdom but try to cut down to a few packs a day, will you?" Lin retrieved her cable and stared at her daughter with the same glare as before.

The teen shined her surprisingly white teeth at her mother in a sickeningly sweet smile. "Whatever you say, mom," she said, crossing her arms. "Or should I just call you 'Lin'? After all, you've never been much of a mother to me."

"We're not talking about this here." Lin hissed. She stepped aside and tilted her head in one motion. "C'mon, you've got some people to meet."

"Who says I'm-?"

"Just get moving, I'm not giving you any special treatment just because you're my kid." The police woman grabbed the teen's shoulder and pulled her toward the inside of the train station. But instead of walking like Lin wanted, her daughter just clenched her duffle bag tighter and stopped just a few feet prior to where the chief of police stood.

"Mei-Lien," The girl said.

"What?"

"My name is Mei-Lien. Y'know, the name you gave me?" The turned her head to glance at Lin over her shoulder before she walked to the exit. Lin raised one eyebrow and scoffed.

"The kid's got guts, I'll give her that." She mumbled to herself before she followed Mei-Lien outside toward the parking lot.