"Hey, Wu," Mako calls as he heads around the corner, on-edge. "You have to keep up if you want the shot. She could show up any minute. You want a blurry picture of her leaving?"
Mako is, maybe, on-edge. This is the biggest lead they've gotten in a while—a place where Avatar's been spotted more than once, possibly coming and going—and he's never worked with this photographer before. Mako needs this story. The pressure's getting intense to break something on Avatar and every reporter at the RC Daily is trying to get the scoop. Mako's rent is due soon and he's gotten exactly squat, which means he's gotta break this or go hustle doing street tricks or something again and he'd really rather not.
So: he's out, following a source he hopes no one else has (thank you, Skoochy, for being easy to bribe but very observant) with a photographer who seems more interested in being his friend than doing his job. Dusk has fallen quietly around them, and there's not a soul in sight except for a few raccooncrows cawing softly on the looming edges of the buildings they're slipping between.
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Mako is, maybe, on-edge. This is the biggest lead they've gotten in a while—a place where Avatar's been spotted more than once, possibly coming and going—and he's never worked with this photographer before. Mako needs this story. The pressure's getting intense to break something on Avatar and every reporter at the RC Daily is trying to get the scoop. Mako's rent is due soon and he's gotten exactly squat, which means he's gotta break this or go hustle doing street tricks or something again and he'd really rather not.
So: he's out, following a source he hopes no one else has (thank you, Skoochy, for being easy to bribe but very observant) with a photographer who seems more interested in being his friend than doing his job. Dusk has fallen quietly around them, and there's not a soul in sight except for a few raccooncrows cawing softly on the looming edges of the buildings they're slipping between.