A First Date
Korra took one last glance in the mirror; her short brown hair was down, and came just above her shoulders. She donned a navy, long sleeve chiffon shirt which hung loose at the bottom, black pants that she only ever wore on special occasions because they had cost her a fortune at the time and flat, light brown ankle boots.
"Let's go over this one more time," Mako said busying himself on his laptop which was currently tapped into the restaurants security feed, "tell me what your plan is."
Korra, reluctant to pry herself from the mirror because let's face it - she looked rather dashing and it had been a while since she had a reason to dress so nicely - groaned and made her way over to Mako.
"The plan, is that I go to Asami's place. Pick her up on my motorbike because I know how nuts she'll go over it. We go to the restaurant where I proceed to be the perfect date; I wine her, dine her and get her to let her guard down by being my usual, charming self."
"You know, I can't believe you're going on a date with Asami Sato. CEO of a mega cooperation, prodigal engineer, technological whiz... The woman is so out of your league. If there was a league, after out-of-your-league, she'd still be out of it. By far."
"Well Mako considering the fact that I can at least talk to women and not stumble on the spot, nevermind the fact that I can get them to date me based on looks alone, proves that even though she's very well out of my league - i'm still leagues higher than you my friend." She said trying to stifle a laugh. Her words were meant to hit him in the sore spot a little to get him to leave her alone. Because in truth, she knew Asami was well out of her league. She knew she'd never be lucky enough to land a date with her in real life. She had barely begun her mission and she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, and a deep connection to this girl. As much as she wished she didn't. "Besides," Korra continued, "she's just a mission." praying that voicing it out loud would convince her further.
"That she is. But I still can't believe you managed to persuade her into going out with you." Mako said in disbelief.
"Weren't you listening Mako? I didn't have to convince her, she jumped at the opportunity to go on a date with me. They always do." She said cockily, fixing the last button on her shirt as Mako slipped the wire through and checked the mic. "And again, it doesn't matter if she's out of my league, or how attractive she is, or stunning, or intelligent, or anything because she's just a mission. Like the rest of them."
Mako paused before saying, "Kuvira wasn't."
"That was different. She ended up being recruited by the agency. Asami is the target, not an agent."
"You don't have to convince me Korra. But just remember the number one rule," Mako said before turning back to face Korra looking her sternly in the eyes before handing her, her black leather jacket to put on, "spies don't fall in love."
Korra straightened it out, giving it a couple brushes to flatten it after putting her earpiece in place, "believe me Mako, I know."
Mako gave her a quick nod before shutting his laptop down, grabbing the rest of his gear from Korra's kitchen counter, stuffing it into a large black duffel bag and stepping onto the elevator with Korra in tow. On the ride down, with Mako rambling on about how he'll be observing from afar during their date, Korra couldn't help but let her mind wonder back to the previous day and think of Asami...
Jesus I can still feel my heart beating out of my chest, Korra thought as she looked down at the business card Asami had just given her not two minutes ago. She relayed the moment over and over and over again in her head; Asami clearly checking her out the second she walked into the store, and not bothering to hide it, her smile permanently etched into her mind, those gorgeous green eyes that pierced into her very soul - just everything about this girl had completely taken Korra by surprise. She wasn't anything alike anyone she'd ever encountered before in her entire life. All those prissy, beautiful, elegant rich girls Korra had experienced, and believed Asami to be, had turned out to be the complete opposite. From what Korra gathered in Asami's file, she worked hard, extremely bloody hard, to prove herself and bring Future Industries to the top as one of the most successful companies in the world. Something MANY people doubted she'd be capable of doing. Her father, despite all his genius, still only managed to make Future Industries a "great" company, Asami made it "the best". She was, down to earth, the money, reputation and social status' hadn't gotten to her head. This girl was not afraid to go after her desires or to voice her opinion - traits Korra also possessed. It took everything in Korra not to turn around and sprint back to Asami and kiss her, not even just to kiss her but just to be near her again, because that one interaction had caused the air in Korra's body to leave her, she was worried she'd fly away. Instead, she put one foot in front of the other, and tried to casually strut her way out of the store and back to the surveillance van. Once she was out of sight however, she felt the biggest desire to scream and run frantically around the parking lot because, who was she kidding, she'd JUST MANAGED TO GET A DATE WITH ASAMI, FREAKIN', SATO! Korra took one quick glance around the lot to make sure nobody saw, when she studied the card a little more closely.
CHIEF EXECUTIVE OFFICER of FUTURE INDUSTRIES
Asami Sato
Followed by her assistants email address, office number, as well as the contact details for the front administrative offices. On the back of the card, Asami had etched her personal number onto it, followed by a smiley face.
The wind picked up a little and Korra clutched the card for dear life. However she couldn't hide the undeniable scent that arose from it; honeysuckle with underlying hints of rose and lily - the same scent Asami wore that filled her nose as she leaned further and further over the counter at Korra - and Korra's eyes closed as she allowed, no welcomed it to her senses once again.
"Looks like I was her type," Korra said smugly to herself as she reached the vans doors, "sorry Mako -- actually no. I'm not sorry." Taking a moment to calm and compose herself after grinning like a lovestruck idiot, before climbing into the van.
The sound of buzzing on the kitchen counter, shook Asami of her thoughts of Korra as she raced to check her phone to find she had one new notification from, speak of the devil, Korra.
"Hey! I'm outside. Your bellman looked a little intimidating so just come out when you're ready :)"
Already a shameless smile tugged at her lips, "That's Tenzin! He's completely harmless! But don't worry, I'm on my way down now. See you in a bit :)"
"Uh, he's bald and has crazy tattoos on his head! A little intimidating if you ask me."
Asami giggled in the elevator and received a few strange looks from another resident riding in the elevator with her. She didn't have to fight for very long to keep her laughs in, as the man stepped out on the laundry room and one floor later, she was in the lobby and Tenzin was bowing to her in an instant.
"Ah, evening Ms. Sato! I think someone is here for you, I did offer for her to come and wait inside but she seemed rather nervous and insisted she wait outside to collect her thoughts first before seeing you."
Another smile tugged at Asami's brilliant red lips, remembering how honest the girl was in admitting she was also nervous when gathering up the courage to ask her out in the store yesterday. She fought to keep the smile contained however, when she saw Korra pacing a little outside, it crept up on her yet again.
"Well, it's nice to know I'm not the only one nervous for this date either" Asami responded before bidding Tenzin farewell.
The hardwood marble floors clacked rather as as she strode across it in her black open toed high heels, feeling as if she was in a runway and Korra was her judge. It must've worked because no sooner had her internal show begun, Korra had turned and caught Asami, her mouth slightly agape as she eyed Asami up and down.
"You look..." Korra began as she stepped out into the chilly night, Asami could see that she was struggling to find the words and that her mind was racing with ones to choose, "... breathtaking." Sighing deeply and looking at Asami in wonder.
Like Korra, her lusciously long raven locks dangled down this time, blowing gloriously in the wind. She bore her signature makeup; purple eyeshadow, dark red lipstick, mascara and eyeliner which accentuated her features perfectly. Tight, dark blue skinny jeans clung to her long, lean legs and her dark red halter-neck singlet showed off her equally toned arms. She carried her black blazer in hand and at Korra's beckoning, threw it on quickly.
"You don't look so bad yourself" Asami said as Korra handed her a spare helmet for her motorbike.
"What's this for?" she asked, looking down at the helmet which looked eerily familiar somehow, but slipped it on anyway careful not to mess up her hair.
"I think you already know the answer to that question." Korra replied as she led her toward her custom built motorcycle from Future Industries, inspired by the Ninja H2.
Asami's draw smacked violently against the pavement as soon as she saw it; a dark navy custom built motorcycle. She instantly realised that a couple years ago when Hiroshi Sato was still acting CEO of Future Industries and Asami worked as one of the lead engineers, Korra was the mysterious customer who threw down big bucks to have her own custom built motorcycle. Asami designed it, helped manufacture all the parts and was the sole one to assemble it, give it the paint job as well as test drive it and ensure it's safety. It was her crowning jewel, as she had once said. And here it stood in front of her once again; black rims on the wheels still looked factory-new, the dark navy paint job glistening in the moonlight.
"YOU were the one I designed this for?!" Asami asked astounded. She was met with several chuckles.
"Yeah I was," Korra said rubbing the back of her neck, "When the broker mentioned that Hiroshi's daughter was the one to construct it, I was completely amazed to say the absolute, very least, with the work you did. Entranced, even, that one person was gifted enough to able to do this all by themselves - not to mention within a week!" Korra said with her arms waving about in front of her as she climbed onto the motorcycle, "You're.. You're truly incredible." she said finally as Asami snuggled in closely behind her, tightly wrapping her arms around Korra's waist.
Asami hadn't even been in Korra's presence for less than 30 seconds and she was already fighting to 1. keep herself from being flustered, and 2. resist the urge to drag Korra up into her apartment and have her way with her. Instead she opted for something safe to say, something that can bring her heart rate down several notches.
"Why didn't you tell me that it was you when you asked me out yesterday at the store?" she asked.
"Well, I didn't want you to think, y'no two years later that I was stalking the wonderful person who made the this one-of-a-kind bike or that I'm only asking you out because you made it. I was going to mention it but when I was thinking it through in my head, greeting you for the first time with, 'hey! you made me my motorcycle! wanna go on a date?' didn't seem like the most charming way to go about it..."
"To be honest, I wouldn't have mind you stalking me if it meant going out on a date with you in the end." she replied nonchalantly, though underneath her heart rate had spiked again and she was starting to feel a little hot under all these clothes.
You have no idea how close to the truth that is, Korra thought, remembering who she worked for and what Asami was, as she revved and the bikes engine roared to life, alerting it's presence to everything and everyone in it's path. Onlookers and passerby's stopped to look at all the commotion, some even whipped out their phones to catch a photo of the two beautiful woman on the gorgeous, dark blue motorcycle.
"I can't believe it! That after all this time, you were the mysterious, crazy hot and wildly sexy, big spender that insisted on having a custom built motorcycle... Small world..." Her voice trailed off when she realised she'd voiced one too many adjectives to describe Korra.
She simply turned her head around with the visor still flicked up so Asami could see her eyes, "Crazy hot? Wildly sexy? Did that creepy, 40 year old broker really say that about me?" She asked in disbelief.
"No, I might have just let one too many thoughts slip..." Asami said, her eyes shifting to the side as a bright red blush crept up on her cheeks, hoping that it was too dark out for Korra to notice.
A great big smirk formed on Korra's lips, "well this certainly is a step up from the flustering... I hope they continue to let slip." she said, flipping her visor down and yanking the bikes engine into full throttle, speeding out onto the streets of Republic City.
As they sped into the night, Asami's arms wrapped tighter and tighter around Korra's waist. The closer they got to her pressed skin, the more glad Asami was that she was faced with Korra's back because she was secretly smiling in a daydream-like state and imagining Korra's defined abs hiding underneath her shirt. She let the day dream continue as they raced through the streets, whizzing and swerving in and out of cars, Asami closing her eyes and listening to the sound of the engine hum above the cities ambience, and enjoying the warmth radiating off of Korra.
(Meanwhile)
"Boss, you're gonna want to take a look at this." A giant, brute of a man strode in with small, weasel like man closely behind him.
In the dimly lit room, he timidly approached the hooded man who sat still in the chair, guards on either side of him and one tall woman stood before him, her hand raised holding the approaching man back slightly. After a gesturing hand emerged from the darkness and waved in the air, he climbed the platform and brought his phone in front of him, enlarging the picture.
It was a photo of Asami and another figure who's face was obscured from a helmet, on a motorcycle.
"Pretty girl," the hooded man spoke up, "she must be on a date."
"Uh yes sir, this was taken just minutes ago. They're headed to the seaweed joint, Narook's, down on 5th.
"A team is preparing to head there now." spoke the brute.
"Good, make sure you capture her alive. As for the date, you can kill her." he said coldly before dismissing the informant and the large bodyguard.
"These are so good!" Asami said delightedly in between mouthfuls. When they were texting about potential places to go and have dinner in order to get to know one another better, several places were named, though Korra insisted seeing as she was the one to ask Asami out, that she choose where they were going. When she mentioned Narook's, Asami had to admit, she was a little sceptical, despite all the raging reviews about the "best authentic Southern Water Tribe cuisine in Republic City" but after taking her first step inside the already packed restaurant, and letting the delectable smells of seaweed noodles, seal jerky and other Southern delights waiver into her senses, all previous doubt immediately disappeared and she happily dug into her meal.
"I'm glad you like them! It's the closest thing I've found that resembles Southern cuisine the most. Reminds me of home." Korra spoke up, extremely relieved that Asami was enjoying not just the noodles, but also her company so far.
"You know, even though I gathered that, with your features you hailed from the South, I didn't actually register it. You just seem to be your own sort of unique," Asami said, hoping that the steam from her noodles could pass for being the reason her cheeks were tinted beetroot red.
Korra smiled in acknowledgement and thanked her before continuing to praise Asami, how amazing she was and everything she's managed to achieve. Asami, who was initially thrilled and gushing at Korra's praises, quickly began to lower her head ever so slightly. Certain features on her face twitched and winced a little and Korra knew to stop. She studied the girl a little longer and could see that even though she was grateful and humbled by Korra's acknowledgements, that perhaps, it wasn't what she wanted Korra to touch on - Korra boiled it down to the fact that with Asami in the public eye so often, she must receive praise like this so often, and that it must be hard for her to escape her work, just like Korra.
Korra quickly spoke up to apologise and try to change the subject, but when Asami began to dismiss her only to shift her gaze away from Korra and fumble with her hands on the table, Korra reacted.
"Look," Korra said gently placing a hand on Asami's to bring her gaze back to her, "I know that given how you've grown up in the public eye, and have been groomed for succession you probably hear stuff like that so often, and even though it's true and the company you run is amazing, your father is amazing, the products are amazing and everything Future Industries has managed to achieve is amazing, do you want to know what amazes me more?"
"What?" Asami softly mumbled, a slight blush on her cheeks, though she still chose not to face Korra.
"You. Not just because you helped get the company where it is today, in fact, nothing even related to the company at all. Just, you and the way you've made me feel." Asami looked at her now, in slight confusion.
"When I first saw you, that day at the store, truth is I'd strolled past a few times that day. I was on my way to the bakery across the road when I looked inside and saw you, leaning over the counter, talking to a couple of old ladies who were gesturing at some big, bulky guy in the store. The minute I saw you, you took my breath away. I couldn't breathe, I felt my knees go a little weak, and I had this strange sensation in my stomach, it was almost like a tingling sensation..." Korra said, her eyes had dropped a little to look at their empty bowls on the table as she recollected. By this point, Asami had already looked up and stared Korra straight in the eyes, her breath had also caught in her throat listening to Korra's confession. "I know, I know, it sounds cliche, but the reason I'm telling you is because nobody has ever done that to me before. And I'm not just saying this because of who you are, or what you do, I'm saying it because it's true. I couldn't actually even see you properly from that far away so I couldn't recognise who you were, I just saw you wearing the F.I Tech Store shirt, I didn't care where you worked, or what you did I just knew I had to meet you, to tell you how special you are because of what you did to me. What I'm getting at here is, I don't want you to think I'm only interested in you because of who you are to the rest of the world or the things you've done for the company, I'm interested because of the person you are underneath all that and how you've managed to make me feel things I've never with anyone else before."
They now both looked each other in the eyes, neither one dropping their gaze. Korra couldn't help but feel a lingering need to close the short distance that separated herself from Asami. Asami must've sensed it too because her brilliant green eyes, dropped to Korra's lips and licked her own ever so slightly. Korra slowly began to close the gap, when the bill suddenly fell onto the table and their bowls were gathered up and cleared away by the waiter.
Korra retracted her hand and reached for the book the same time Asami did. Their eyes met again, though with slight challenge to pay the bill. Asami yanked it slightly towards her before Korra gently slapped her hand away and taking advantage of her barely opened grasp, snatched it away from Asami. Asami tried to protest but Korra simply raised her hand to cut the woman off, "I asked you out on the date, so I am going to pay!" She was immediately met with disagreements as Asami tried to argue it was her who agreed to the date and wanted to pay, but Korra shoved the paid bill into a passing waiters hand who gave her a somewhat disturbed look before proceeding to the cashier.
They stayed at the restaurant for another hour getting to know one another better. It was filled with boisterous laughs, jokes, embarrassing childhood stories where reluctantly shared, along with regrets from previously failed relationships and Asami, feeling so at ease and comfortable in Korra's presence even shed a little light on her upbringing mentioning that her father unintentionally neglected her growing up, as he was constantly working and busying himself after her mother was murdered by a member of the old Agni Kai Triad crime organisation. Korra had of course read about this in her file yesterday once they got back to headquarters. Lin had told her that while many knew of the murder of Yasuko Sato, not many people had seen or understood how it affected Hiroshi and Asami. She said that if Asami mentioned anything at all about her mother's passing, that it was a sign she was letting her guard down with Korra, for neither Hiroshi nor Asami ever spoke about the darkest day's of their lives and to even get them to mention it, was a miracle. And now that Korra was here with her, getting to know this beautiful girl before her in person and not through a flimsy A4 manilla file, the warmth she initially felt that had spread through her entire body knowing Asami trusted her enough to open up about her past, only brought her guilt and painful reminders that she couldn't open herself up to Asami in the same way she had. That Asami was first and foremost, a mission for Korra. Korra knew she was gaining a deeper connection to the girl, and while this would excite and please others, she couldn't help but feel afraid. Because of who she really was. Like Asami, she hid under a mask. The public saw her, but they never understood her. It frightened Korra because she knew she'd already begun developing feelings for Asami which she couldn't deny, though would never admit to having them out loud, but knew there would always be something standing in the way for them. Korra slid her hand across the table once again to rest on Asami's and gave her an acknowledging smile which thanked her for trusting Korra enough to open up to her.
The sound of an empty restaurant, followed by the final plates being cleared away forced Asami and Korra to peel out of the booth and make their way out. Korra stood and helped Asami into her blazer, "thank you, by the way," she said softly turning to face Korra as they walked side-by-side out into the cool, crisp night, "not just for taking me out, or paying for dinner or listening to me intently and patiently, but for saying what you said."
"Don't mention it" Korra replied smiling widely at Asami as they slowly wandered over to Korra's motorbike parked several spots down from the restaurant. Neither one wanted the date to end and happily took their time walking.
"No seriously, thank you. I've been used far too many times by people who have only ever been interested in my money, or status, or position. It's honestly gotten to the point where I don't even date or have friends anymore because of how they saw me. I was only ever seen as a rich girl who was never denied anything in her entire life. And while I admit I was very fortunate to have a more than privileged upbringing, I was still lonely. But you," she said stopping in the middle of the road just before the motorcycle to stand squarely in front of Korra, "you're the first person that has been able to see me for me. So thank you." A blush creeping up on her face after a confession of her own.
Korra nodded, not daring to move as Asami was already so close to her, standing just inches from her. "You know," Korra said, slowly inching forward, "I'm pretty sure most girls aren't meant to get so flustered on a first date," lightening the mood and bringing out the desired said reaction in Asami.
"Well I guess I'm not like most girls then." Asami countered, reiterating Korra's earlier confession.
"That you certainly aren't," Korra replied still closing the gap at a torturously slow pace, "and to think I've got you this flustered without even kissing you."
There was a small pause before Asami asked, "what if I want you to kiss me?" subtly biting her bottom lip.
"Isn't there a first date rule that says I shouldn't?" Korra said, enjoying this exhilarating back and forth flirtatious banter between her and Asami.
"I'm sure there's a rule that says you have to." her lips hovering closer to Korra's.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Well... It depends on who you ask." Asami said, her brilliant red lips now a needles width apart from Korra's. Korra could feel Asami's air on her face and already taste her minty breath in her mouth. Korra slowly brought her hands up to gently cup Asami's cheeks, relishing in the feel of her soft, porcelain skin and one slid hand around to rest on the back of her neck to draw her closer before leaning in to close the shortened gap.
No sooner had their lips just brushed, a large, black SUV with lights on full beam violently skidded around the corner and now charged directly towards Asami and Korra. Korra ripped her hands away from Asami and was now pushing her back to stay behind her. The SUV made no move to slow down or signal for them to get out of the way and so Korra shoved Asami onto the pavement and at the very last second leapt out of the way, landing on the ground next to Asami.
"Are you okay?!" She asked Asami who still looked to be in complete shock with what just happened. She didn't have time to register however as Korra yanked Asami to her feet and tossed her onto the motorcycle, starting it up just as the SUV made a U-turn at the bottom of the street. Asami barely slipped her helmet on in time before the jerk reflex from the bikes and full throttle engine being put to use, sped out onto the street with the SUV quickly behind them.
Korra could hear Asami yelling asking who they were, and what they wanted and why they were chasing them but Korra didn't respond. Her training kicked in as her number one priority was now protecting Asami. Mako had seen the sudden commotion and was quickly directing Korra to the nearest building with a helicopter pad on the roof for extraction. The closest was either a 20 minute drive through the suburban route or 10 minute drive away through the busiest part of Republic City; downtown. Korra briefly stopped trying to decide on a route, seeing that downtown was completely filled with satomobiles, taxi's, busses, not to mention tonnes of pedestrians flocking to the streets, stalls and clubs for Republic City's infamously wild nightlife scene. During this time, Asami was still frantically demanding answers to her questions and paused with concern when she realised Korra hadn't been wearing a helmet just now. Korra raised a hand to her ear as Mako said they were on their way with a chopper and would be there in 10 minutes. Korra's mind was made up, as Asami's death grip on her waste tightened once again as the sight of the SUV approaching caught their eye and Korra sped chaotically into downtown Republic City. She weaved in and out of people, stalls, vehicles with the black rover not too far behind. As she neared the area with more pedestrians she slowed her pace a little to give her more time to react with the dangerously busy scene, but the SUV was right on their tail. Then Korra saw it, the way to lose their tail; stacks of old, abandoned stalls and junk piled up on the right sidewalk. "Korra..." Asami said noticing the car getting closer and closer and that Korra hadn't slowed down as a pivoted stall was approaching, "Korra!" she screamed a little louder but was still met with no response, "KORRA!" she screamed frantically as the SUV bumped their bike before Korra revved, "Hang on tight!" and launched the bike up into the air. Asami watched beneath her as the distance from the ground grew rapidly and watched in horror as the SUV rolled after colliding with stacks of empty stalls and smashed into a street pole. Korra continued to drive on stopping a few buildings after the wreckage, tossing her bike out of sight behind large dumpsters and grabbed Asami's hand leading her up the stairs of an abandoned building and out the fir-escape. Once they reached the rooftop Korra was impatiently checking the time on her watch as she checked her earpiece to see how far away Mako was with backup. She still held a hand in front of Asami to keep her behind her as Korra stood facing the entryways to the roof, arms raised in defence.
"Korra! Who were they?! And what the hell is going on!?" Asami yelled whacking her hand away, demanding answers.
"Look, I don't know who they are but I know they're after you. It's my job to protect you, at all costs" Korra said breathlessly, her mind was very much aware of the gun tugged into her back that she had grabbed from her bike when Asami wasn't looking, her hand hovered slightly towards it when she heard staggered footsteps approaching from the fir-escape.
"Protect me at all costs? What does that even mean?! Who are you?!" Asami asked wide eyed, her heart was still threatening to burst out of her chest and adrenaline filled her lungs.
"All I can say is that I'm an undercover agent, and I was assigned to this task to protect you."
Asami stared at her in disbelief, pang of hurt reached her eyes as she ultimately realised Korra wasn't the person she thought her to be. Korra tried turning back to give Asami a more detailed explanation about who she was and why she's doing what she's doing when a weary head appeared from the fir-escape, and Korra whipped the gun out from behind her and aimed it at the oncoming target.
"Get behind me." Korra ordered Asami, her eyes trained on the approacher.
"Korra what the hell?!--"
"Asami! Get behind me!" without another word Asami stood cautiously behind Korra once she realised the man approaching them was gripping a gun in his hands, his head dripping with blood and his clothes stuck to them, his white business shirt completely stained red.
"Who are you, who do you work for?!" Korra barked at the man but was met with no answer. Instead he begun to raise his gun at Korra. She heard Asami's breath hitch in her throat and instantly levelled her gun to shoot it out of the mans hand before he could use it. The man dropped to the ground first screaming in pain from the aftershock of the shot before his cries became stifled and Korra could see pieces of the gun lodged into his hand from shredding his gun to pieces.
Korra, with her gun still raised marched over to the man on the ground and hovered it in front of him, "I said, who do you work for?!!" she growled once again, but the man didn't respond. Blood began freely running from his nose and head, his eyes stared off at the helicopter approaching and settling onto the helicopter pad before they lost the light in them and the air left his lungs.
Mako emerged from the chopper covered head to toe in SWAT gear as he signalled for two more members to wrap the body in the military issued body bags and hoist it onto the back compartment of the chopper out of sight. It would later be inspected to find any clues as to who he might be and what organisation he belonged to before being sent to the morgue.
Asami was already onboard, being checked by the SWAT members to ensure her vitals were normal. She blankly looked ahead in shock and disbelief at the nights events as a member flashed a light in her eyes checking her responses. Korra was relieved that at the very least Asami was visibly and physically fine, and that she'd managed to keep her alive throughout the chase but felt major guilt and regret for how the night had ended especially given how spectacular their date had quickly and unexpectedly turned dangerous.
"What's the update?" Korra asked Mako who was still scanning the area.
"There were two others in the SUV but they died upon impact with the street pole, so no witnesses, therefore your cover is still intact and hasn't been compromised. There were no clues as to who they are so far, but hopefully the analysts can provide some kind of follow up report on the matter. Chief has already initiated round the clock care and undercover supervision on Ms. Sato's home, but for the next few days has her placed in the CIA's bunkers at Castle until they can give her the all clear to move back into her home."
"Where are we going now?" She asked as they made their way back to the chopper.
"For now we're going back to Castle, Chief's already there and requesting to see both of us immediately." He responded climbing into the front seat of the chopper just as it began to slowly lift into the air.
Asami's eyes were trained on Korra the entire helicopter ride, hoping for some sort of explanation in Korra's eyes or at the very least trying to figure out the person she thought she shared a deep, emotional connection with, but they never met hers.