Chapter 6: Detectives

"Well now that we know we can't rely on the police, it looks like we're gonna have to take matters into our own hands." Sokka took a long sip of his mocha cappuccino.

"Oh yeah?" Azula asked, enjoying the warmth of the double espresso resting in her hands. "What did you have in mind?"

"I say we track down the scumbag who did this to you and get your stuff back."

She smirked. "I like the way you think. But where would we even start? I only know what he looks like – I have no idea if he even lives in Republic City or if he was only here for the tournament. For all we know, he could already be on a plane back to who-knows-where."

"You know," he said, smiling smugly, "back in the day, I was a bit of a detective."

"Ooh, tell me more," she snickered before downing the last of her drink. "And why do I feel like there's a costume involved…?"

"There totally was! Hey, maybe you're a bit of a detective too!"

"Perhaps."

"But seeing as time is of the essence, since you probably have a plane to catch yourself – "

"A wise deduction, Detective Sokka. My flight is tomorrow morning."

" – I'll forgo shopping for detective gear and get right on the case. Here's what we're gonna do." He handed his phone to Azula. "Surely you must have someone's number memorized. Your mom? Your dad?"

"My brother." It was the only number she had memorized. While they weren't particularly close, her brother's number was only one digit off from hers since they got their phones at the same time.

"Great! Give him a call. If he's on your family plan, he can probably track your phone."

"That's genius." Azula couldn't believe she hadn't thought of that first. "You're a really smart cookie, you know that?"

"I may have been told that once or twice," he grinned. "Speaking of cookies, I'm gonna get something to eat. Do you want anything? My treat."

"I really don't want to keep spending your money… you already treated me to coffee."

"It's no big deal."

"I'll have a chocolate croissant then, but I insist on paying you back once I get my stuff back. Thank you."

"We will get your stuff back." He shuffled off to reenter the checkout line.

Meanwhile, Azula dialed her brother's number.

"Uh, hello? Who's this?"

"It's your favorite sister."

"Kiyi?"

"Very funny."

"What do you want, Azula? And whose number is this?"

"Listen, Zuzu. I'm in Republic City, and I was robbed last night. I don't have my – "

"Wait, what?! You were robbed?! Are you okay? Do you need me to come get – "

"Yes, I'm okay. No, I don't need you to come get me. What I need you to do is track my phone. Can you do that for me?"

"Yeah, I think I know how to do that. I'm on it. I'm… really sorry that happened to you."

"It's certainly not ideal, but…" She looked over at Sokka ordering their food and smiled. "…a kind stranger is helping me out, so there's that."

"Well, that's good at least. Oh hey, I think I've found your phone! It looks like a home address, probably one of those AirShares. Can I text the address to this number?"

"Yes! Thank you, Zuzu. You're a lifesaver."

"You're welcome. Good luck, and get home safely, okay?"

"Will do." As she hung up the phone, Sokka arrived with their food.

"So? Was he able to track it?"

She nodded. "We're gonna get this motherfucker."