"I know you know some small bit of information about these people," Mako spoke…calmly? "Mike's not here to be a conduit or middle man or whatever, and your cooperation would be very appreciated, Junior."

It was the next day. Junior had his arms crossed as they sat in the police station, in a part that wasn't being repaired. "Is it really my fault you're kinda awful at your job, officer? You should go back to pro-bending; the fights just aren't the same without you in there, and as a bonus you'd stop screwing up my family and friend's lives already," he suggested.

"No one's life is going back to normal when your friend helped stage a destructive jailbreak of the same people he helped us arrest," Mako reminded him. "And we need to get him and the people he helped break out back." He had to act tough right now, despite his own feelings of worry.

"Maybe you should think for more than two seconds about where you keep your criminals, then, because last I checked this isn't the first time that someone broke out of this jail," Junior countered.

"Look, kid, we're trying to do what's best for everyone here, so quit your whining and maybe we'll let you go home sooner," Korra cut in, putting her hand firmly on the desk that separated them from Junior.

"I want to go home, Avatar," Junior insisted, his hands fidgeting and his shoulders tense. He wasn't looking at either of them. "I want to go to our stall, and for Mike to be there with us. He's not a bad guy. He always kept those thugs from coming after my dad when they came to collect, even if he didn't have the money right then. He didn't have to hurt anyone to do it either!" he raised his voice, one hand on the place where his sleeve partly covered the newly discolored spot where his arm had been injured. "And I know he's not really alone in himself but that doesn't mean he helped those two escape. He wouldn't do that."

Korra remembered something and leaned a little more over the desk. "You're right. It wasn't Mike who broke them out. That doesn't mean he's not part of all this, because the person who did? He's in the same place, at the same time, in the same body, and we don't know what he might do while he's there." She spoke as if she knew more than either of them. "Or why they took him with them."

"We don't know exactly who we'll be finding," Mako agreed. "That's why we need to know everything we can about this group. We want him back safe as much as you do."

"I really don't know much," Junior said quietly. "They're with the Triple Threat triad, or were, at some point. They all dress like them, anyway."

"Of course they were," Mako said under his breath. "What else?"

Junior hesitated.

"That can't be everything," Korra said in disbelief.

"I know names but that can't be that helpful now since you already have two of them…" Junior replied. "Some of them are benders and some aren't. They work under someone called Hatchet."

"Hatchet…I don't remember anyone named that working with the Triple Threats," Mako said, wracking his brain.

"That's all I know," Junior insisted, standing up. "Can I leave now? I have a date later and need to mentally prepare myself for it."

"If that's really all you got, you're free to go." Mako opened the door for him. "Is it that girl who threatened me with fire?" he jokingly guessed.

"How'd you know?" was the reply before Junior was interrupted.

"Dwayneeeeeee you look so super tense right now," Izzy whined as she scooped him up and spun around once before setting him down. "That's not okay, you need to be limber and free for the trip tonight! Did those mean police officers do anything silly again, or—oh it's you! The Avatar's boyfriend!" she let no one else say a word as she saw who was in the room. "And—-Avatar Korra?" She narrowed her eyes. "Yes, the very same!"

"You two have met before?" Korra looked at Mako and raised an eyebrow.

"I was checking on the damage to the fruit stall and she threatened to throw a fireball at me. 'Was a pretty weak threat," Mako said with a nonchalant shrug.

"Pleasure to meet ya in person, Avatar! I'm Izzy, or Iz, or 'the greatest firebender of our generation', I've been called 'em all, so you can just pick one!" she introduced herself.

"No one calls you that last one…?" Junior pointed out.

"Not yet they don't, but they will eventually! Can't hurt to get it out there," she replied quickly with a wink. "Anyway, ready to go? Tonight's gonna be awesome!"

"Uh yeah, I just need to change first since it was supposed to be at seven…" Junior appeared equally surprised and not surprised she'd shown up so early. "I don't think I told you I was going to be here though?"

"Oh, I'm really perceptive. I kinda had a really good feeling you'd be here, and I couldn't contain my excitement so I thought I'd come on in!"

"A good feeling. Huh," Korra remarked.

"Actually, since you're here and your date isn't til later…could we steal a bit of your time, Izzy?" Mako asked.

She laughed. "Not until you apologize!"

"Apologize for what?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"Making my best student your little lackey and using his exceptional mastery of the Ring of Fire for your own purposes. I saw the soot in the street; only one draconic lad I know can pull it off without fail," she explained, "mostly 'cause I haven't taught it to anyone else."

Draconic? Korra thought, finding that choice of word curious.

"Sorry…? We're going to ask you a couple questions now," Mako said impatiently, inviting her into the office with a gesture.

"No, I don't know where Alejandro goes to eat sizzle-crisps at 3AM, even though I've been trying for weeks to find his supplier—you just can't find good 3AM sizzle-crisps around here! It's so unfair," Izzy replied, stepping in.

Korra could see Junior tense up again hearing the name said out loud, and Mako's ears perked up a little in recognition. "Alejandro. Is that another friend of yours, or…?" she asked.

"No, of course not! More like a third cousin four times removed or something, I don't know, I stopped going to all the family reunions years ago, and there were a lot of them. Who knew people were still annoyed at their grandparents for migrating here during the war, like get over it already!" she rambled.

"Would you happen to know where he lives? We'd love to meet him."

"Nah,I don't think he'd like that. He's not a huge fan of the police."

"Why not?"