[ Out of control. That's the only way Hei can describe this mess. Idiotic and out of control. Something about the City has snagged at his sentimental underbelly -- drawn it out with harmless curses, real stars and soft beds. Blunted his alertness. Now he has liabilities to handle at every step. Crouched perfectly concealed on a fire-escape, near Korra and Chekov, he watches them converse. Hard to determine words over the pedestrian clamor. But he can read lips. ]
[ No details spilled. But he's not taking chances. ]
[ When Korra and Chekov part ways, he slips to follow Chekov. Amusing, how killing him would be easy -- regardless of crowds or location. Hei can dispense death just by brushing past him, delivering a fatal voltage. Erasing minds is trickier. He needs to get Chekov in a secluded spot. ]
/creeeeps
[ No details spilled. But he's not taking chances. ]
[ When Korra and Chekov part ways, he slips to follow Chekov. Amusing, how killing him would be easy -- regardless of crowds or location. Hei can dispense death just by brushing past him, delivering a fatal voltage. Erasing minds is trickier. He needs to get Chekov in a secluded spot. ]