/*Thanks for the reviews and for reading this far. Appreciate them.
Here begins Book 3. The setting is now Republic City, about one year after the events of the first season. To clarify, one year has passed since my chapter on Mako, and during that year Korra spent her time training with Tomkin. Republic City has changed.
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Book 3: Clasma
-The Man in the Mask—
On the corner of Lombard and Fleet, headlights zigzagged in all directions as satomobiles cleared the streets for two speeding cars. A car chase ensued.
The leading satomobile made the dangerously sharp turn onto Fleet Street, and the vehicle behind it tried to follow suite. From of both cars, men would pop their heads out of the window and fire their weapons. A storm of bullets was created between these cars.
The car in front was driven by the Agni Kais. The man riding shotgun reloaded his semi-automatic and stuck it out the window to unload its contents on the car following them, driven by the Triple Threats. In the back seat of the Agni Kais' car, a man pulled his coat over his face, ducked away from the windows and the gunfire, and used his body to protect what appeared to be a large black box. The car turned in all directions down alleys and backstreets trying to lose the Triple Threats. Soon the sirens of the police sounded, but they were far away. The Agni Kais were close to their headquarters, if it came to it, they would have to call for reinforcements, stop at the penthouse, and just take this battle by foot. The Triple Threats seemed to be completely determined to stop them before reaching their stronghold. They had just as big of a reason to get the contents of the black box the Agni Kais currently possessed.
Goro, the man in the backseat, was frustrated with this. "Just lightning them, for goodness sakes. Their Earthbending is pitiful and so predictable you are dodging every attack."
"Charging my lightning and getting aim takes a little time. They may be able to get a good shot while I am exposed like that."
Goro raised his voice and snapped, "Boy you do as I tell you. This is more important than your life. Your actions are for Sabo, you hear? His life is more important than all of us."
With this, the man in the front seat began to charge his lightning. He stuck his head out of the window, took his aim, and blasted the car behind them with a devastating bolt, but at a cost: he had been shot in the head. He fell out of the car. Goro took no notice and the car continued on to the secret headquarters of the Agni Kais, no longer being followed. He smiled as he held his precious box.
In his calm and rested state, the whiplash alone nearly killed Goro- The Agni Kais had been blind-sighted by another vehicle going full speed. Perfectly T-boned.
Their car was flipped over. The Agni Kai driver was face down. Dead. Goro, bloodied, took the box and escaped through the window. He limped quickly down a dark alley, behind him the sound of the car door slamming. His attacker coming for him. Goro went into panic mode. The alley stretched on and he just wanted to get out of sight from this person after him. He held the box tightly like a football and sprinted toward the closest building. Suddenly, the dark alley was momentarily lit, and then Goro was struck by the man who had been driving the oncoming vehicle. Struck by something hot. Goro fell, and as his killer approached, he could smell the bacteria on the man's breath. The stranger was muscular and shirtless. On his face he wore goggles that masked most of his head. The man took the box from Goro, looked inside, then closed it, satisfied.
"Thank you, my good man. I will be taking this now." He disappeared just as the sirens got really loud, indicating the arrival of the police.