8. The Boiling Rock

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Zuko, Iskra and Sokka snuck into the prison, putting on guard outfits so they wouldn't be suspected as they searched for Sokkas father.

"I hope these disguises work," Zuko huffed.

Iskra loathed what she was wearing, tugging at the top in an attempt to drag it down and possibly show less skin.

"At least your entire belly isn't out," Iskra rolled her eyes.

"We just need to lay low and find my dad as soon as possible," Sokka promised.

Guards began to march quickly down a near by corridor, dozens of them appearing. Iskra hid behind Zuko quickly.

"Guards! There's a scuffle in the yard, come on!" One of them ordered.

They looked at each other briefly before running after the rest. Guards pushed roughly through the circle of inmates surrounding a guard and a prisoner.

"I didn't do anything, I'm going back to my cell," A beefy prisoner said to the guard.

"Stop right there Chit Sang!" The guard fire whipped at him.

Zuko stepped forward, wanting to stop it but Iskra grabbed his bicep, pulling him back. Her eyes traced over the many muscles in his arm before meeting his eyes. He smirked.

"We can't blow our cover," Sokka whisper as Iskra retracted her hand.

"I've had it with your unruly behaviour," The guard scoffed.

"What did I do?" The prisoner asked, genuinely confused.

"He wants to know what he did, isn't that cute?" The guard stood in front of him. "You didn't bow down when I walked by Chit Sang."

"What? That's not a prison rule," Chit Sang rolled his eyes.

"Do it."

"Make me."

The guard smirked, walking behind the man and striking fire at him. The prisoner had no choice but to deflect it by bending.

"Firebending is prohibited you're going in the cooler," The guard chuckled.

Iskra's brows furrowed. Why would he do that? She felt bad for every prisoner here, they were stuck with such awful guards. It was all too familiar.

"You," He pointed at Sokka. "Hep me take him in!"

"Meet back here in an hour," Sokka whispered to them before running off.

They stood awkwardly next to each other, waiting for one of them to talk. Zuko opened his mouth but before he could speak Iskra walked away.

"Where are you going?" He followed her quickly.

"I'm following them," She pointed at a group of guards.

The guards led them to a lounge filled with seats and food. Iskra's mouth watered at the sight of food, proper food that wasn't rice. Her and Zuko grabbed a plate, piling food on top with desperation. They looked like lunatics.

"Hey new guys," A guard laughed. "I know it's a rule to have your helmet on at all times but this is the lounge, relax."

"But what if there's an incident?" Zuko asked. "If i'm not prepared someone could strike me on the head."

The guards laughed at his over thinking, especially the female guard. Iskra furrowed her brows, he didn't even say anything funny.

"Give it a week, they'll loosen up," The girl smiled.

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