The Origin of Roh-Shan

Holding Cell

The peace and quiet certainly couldn't last.

But as long as she had it, after a sleepless night and nearly being tortured to death, Kota was going to enjoy it. Even if it was on the cold metal floor of a temporary jail cell.

The jail cell was completely metal. Probably a transport cage meant for animals to be honest, with only a square-foot-wide window near the top to let air in, cross-hatched with metal bars making the only openings an inch wide. But the police couldn't just hold someone who committed ultimate treason to sit in the regular jail. This was much more humiliating and much easier to guard.

Apparently, not easy enough.

After barely half an hour of sleep, in the darkness of the early night, she felt something small strike the side of her head. She opened her eyes to find a small pebble on the ground, and smiled to herself. Shortly after, she heard the soft hiss of a concentrated flame melting metal.

She glanced up at the window, and saw the edge of the bars turn glowing red, before being severed completely. A near-perfect laser. She patiently waited for the rest of the bars to do the same thing.

When each bar around the outside had been severed, black glove-clad fingers curled around the bars and pulled them away, then reached in expectantly.

She stood up, dusted herself off, and firmly grabbed the hand, with nothing but complete trust. She used the leverage to brace her feet on the wall and crouch-walk up, then squeezed her arms, then head through. Bracing her hands on the outside wall, she wiggled the rest of the way through and fell into the waiting arms of the masked figure, who quickly set her to her feet and took off into the early night.

She sprinted after him silently until they made it to the treeline. Once they were deep in the cover of the brush, she wrapped him in a hug, which he reluctantly returned. She could practically feel him rolling his eyes.

"Thanks, Dagon." She whispered. "Nice laser, by the way."

"That wasn't a laser. Only one person in the Fire Nation can make a real laser." He gently pulled away from the hug and pointed to a small heap of clothes sitting at the base of a tree. She remembered she was in her work uniform, which would be pretty easy to spot. "Get outta here, little sis." He whispered, before taking off in the other direction, completely invisible within seconds.

Kota turned away from where he'd gone. It was about a mile to the shore. Knowing she had limited time before the police realized she was gone, she quickly traded her work uniform for the spare clothes, ditched the uniform under a pile of leaves, and started off sprinting.

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