/*UPDATE: It seems I made the mistake in thinking that Zolt was part of the Agni Kais. He is actually the Triple Threats. I guess that is the one thing about the show I didn't remember when I thought I did.*/

-The Inspector—

A camera's bright light flashed, capturing the image of Goro's dead body. DNA samples taken. License plates recorded. No contraband. No intelligence. No Survivors. No nothing. Just a big mess. Nothing interesting to anyone, except to one person.

After evidence had been taken, the metalbenders of the Republic City Police Department began clearing the crime scene of the destroyed vehicles but were halted by the familiar sound of the decade-old satomobile huffing and puffing its way to the crime scene. A weak light flashed from a detachable flashing light on the roof. The car let out a final grunt filled with exhaust as it stopped and was turned off. The rusted doors opened, and out stepped a stocky young man with a hat and a cigarette that he wasn't actually smoking but just holding lit.

"Inspector Bolin," he introduced himself. "Gentlemen, I believe I have the right to ask a few questions before things are cleaned up." Bolin huffed his cigarette then coughed excessively and loudly. He rarely smoked.

The metalbenders rolled their eyes and leaned against the Agni Kai's totaled car.

"First I will need to see the year of the victim's car mod…" before he finished speaking the metalbenders used their powers to compact the Agni Kai car into a metal block, making anything about it unrecognizable and useless. They laughed.

"Woops. Our bad. Slipped there, Inspector. I think you might still be able to read the model, though," the metalbender said, obviously poking fun at Bolin.

Bolin pouted. "I needed to see that. Whatever." He then pulled out his magnifying glass and walked over to the single witness to ask questions. Bolin did this as a joke because he had fun, but the metalbenders always gave him a hard time for it. They gave him a hard time for everything because he worked underneath Lin.

"Look I am ordering you to stop being an unhelpful little brat and tell me what happened!" the police officer said to the female witness as Bolin approached. The girl was too nervous to answer.

"Please, Fu," Bolin said, addressing the rude police officer, "I'll take it from here."

"Like hell you will! Who do you think you are rolling up here taking control?" Fu asked.

"I have a duty to uncover the truth in these criminal acts. I am here to fulfill that duty so that I find the ones responsible and ensure the safety of innocent…"

"Don't feed me your bullshit again. I've heard it many times. Look you wanna play detective? Then be my guest. I have better things to do than try to get a brat like this to answer my questions." He stormed off. A young girl was the witness. She must have been around Bolin's age.

"Hi, I hope he didn't scare you. That guy is a jerk. He always puts people down, don't let it get to you. I'm Bolin, I'm a detective, see?" He held up the magnifying glass. The girl barely smiled, she looked like she had seen a ghost.

"Nice to meet you."

Bolin started to jot down her information. "Can you tell me what you saw here?"

"Two cars were speeding down the road, shooting at each other. Then it all seemed to happen at once. The second car was struck by lightning and exploded, but almost simultaneously the first car was struck by oncoming traffic. Well not just random oncoming traffic, because the person from that car, the one that hit the first one, got out and took something from the man in the car it struck. He chased him down that alley to get it. He must have shot him or something because I heard a loud 'bang'."

"I see. So you think it was on purpose that they crashed? And about this being struck by lightning you say. Are you telling me someone generated and shot the lightning from the first car, like a firebender would?"

"I think so. I've never seen anyone shoot lightning."

"Oh really? Never? My brother can do it really well. It's cool to see the first time but then it gets pretty boring to most people. I usually like seeing people do it. Now," Bolin put on his goofy inspector voice, "what were you doing out here this late at night?"

"Coming back from a date," the girl smiled, feeling comfortable now with Bolin. "A cute boy and I had tea right there on the corner. I had a really nice time with him."

"That is weird. I don't remember having tea with you earlier today," Bolin raised his eyebrow. The girl laughed, but told him she thinks she is taken now.

"Thank you for helping us. Is there anything else you can tell me?"

"Yeah, the reason I am so uneasy right now isn't because of that police officer. It was…well, the man I saw get out of the car that ran into the first one didn't look like a normal man. He dressed so strangely. He had some kind of gasmask covering his face, and no shirt but his body was so big and seemed to pulsate. Covered in tattoos and I could even smell him. The kind of person who probably was missing a lot of teeth and belonged on Pratt Street. That is all I can say. It was so weird."

Bolin thanked her and rushed back to the metalbenders, excited. "Did you guys hear her? She said they were trying to get something. Some kind of freak showed up and massacred this car and took whatever they had."

Fu guffawed. "Please Bolin. Stop your conspiracy theories. It's just gang wars, for crying out loud. There's no secret bullshit going on. Gangs just want their turf like usual."

"That's always how it's been, though. That wouldn't explain this large increase in warfare. You really think it just came out of nowhere?"

Fu ignored him.

"Well? What is your answer to that?" Bolin asked him.

"That you're just a shithead looking for an interesting answer to your dead-end case. I'll give you your answer: there is nothing going on. Just the same crazy gang wars that have always happened. People hate people and they will kill to stay on top. That is just the way it is. Now stop showing your pathetic little detective ass on our crime scenes unless you can finally metalbend, you twerp."

Don Sabo sat at his desk in his dimly lit office. He was told the news.

"What do you mean they never got here?"

"I'm sorry, Don Sabo. They were killed. We have to organize another deal." Don Sabo slammed his hands against his desk.

"Do you realize how many loops we had to jump through to arrange that meeting, and Goro just screws it up and gets himself killed by Triple Threats or whatever gang intercepted us? You fools don't understand. I need that stuff. To be your great leader again, I must have the Clasma."