The Wolf's Triumph
A fan fiction story based upon characters from the Nickelodeon cartoon Avatar: The Last Airbender
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are the sole property of the producers of Avatar: The Last Airbender. I claim nothing.
Chapter 1 –Prologue
Lieutenant Bei Fong watched the dark city below from the airship, thinking about the mission briefing her mother gave her squad before takeoff: "We've tracked the fugitive to a warehouse on the waterfront; he's probably waiting to hop an outbound freighter to take him out of the city. You're using airships and zip lines for maximum stealth and surprise. We want him alive, but he's a firebender so don't take unnecessary risks. This is your first command, make me proud, Lin."
The pilot broke her reverie, "We're over the drop zone, Ma'am."
"Showtime," Lin smiled.
Four zip lines fired out from the airship, quickly followed by 12 of Republic City's finest. Lin was first on the ground. They surrounded the building. Lin approached a large door. With a flick of her wrists, the metal hinges on the door crumpled and the door collapsed with a loud thud. The squad rushed in, and came face to face with their fugitive, gagged and bound to an upright metal beam.
"What in Koh's Lair?" Lin cursed.
"Lieutenant, up there!" shouted one of her officers as a shadow disappeared out of the skylight.
"Secure the prisoner, that one's mine!" Lin shouted as she shot a cable through the skylight and gave chase.
On the roof, she saw the shadow leap a low wall and disappear into the dark alley below. She followed.
Back on the ground, she retracted her boot and concentrated. "I know you're here. I don't know whether to thank you or arrest you for interfering in police business."
"A man's gotta have his hobbies," grinned the Wolf.
"Don't you think you're a little too clumsy, broken down, and crippled for this particular hobby, Old Man?" Lin rubbed her temple, exasperated. Then she sighed, "Just get back home before Mom catches you, Dad."
"She knows I'm out on business tonight," the Wolf drawled. "Oh, I left you another present down by Pier 67. You might want to contact the harbor patrol."
"What the flameo are you talking about?"
WHUUUMPF…a freighter erupted in a mushroom cloud flame three blocks away next to Pier 67.
"What have you done?" Lin asked the shadows. The Wolf didn't hear the question, he'd already vanished.
Wu Ten Fat banged his ham-sized fist on the oaken table, glaring at his lieutenants, "A half-ton! A half ton of rose-poppies burning in the middle of Yue Bay along with my best transport. Do you idiots know how much that's going to cost us?"
"About a quarter million Yuans," mentioned the accountant.
"You think I don't know that, moron? What I want to know is who is responsible? What happened to Zheng?" asked the fat gang boss.
One ferret faced lieutenant shuffled nervously in his seat, "Word is the Wolf marked him and left him for the cops."
"The Wolf! The Wolf," Wu Ten ranted, "For six years now I can't take a crap without hearing about the Wolf! I want him dead. I want his head on a platter!"
Just then, the doors to the conference room swung open, and in strode a tall, regal looking, middle aged woman. She wore a black, mid-calf length dress with knee-high black leather boots. Her dark, shoulder length hair was shot through with a few strands of gray and was covered by a black lace, gold speckled head scarf. A dark veil covered her face, leaving only her golden eyes exposed.
"Looks like I'm just in time!" she announced cheerily.
"Who in Koh's Lair do you think you are, busting in here like that?" Wu Ten demanded.
"I'm here to help. Wu Ten, wasn't it?" she answered.
"Fat. Wu Ten Fat." He corrected.
"Yes, you certainly are. Anyway, I understand you have a pest problem. I have certain- skills- that make me uniquely qualified to handle this kind of pest," she explained.
The ferret-faced gangster interrupted, "Boss, we don't need this crazy broad, we can handle the Wolf…."
ZZZAAPPP! Lightning shot out the woman's fingers, frying ferret face where he sat.
"Honestly, I'm amazed you've stayed in business as long as you have employing such incompetents. Anyway, here's my proposal: I exterminate the Wolf for you in exchange for say, 40 percent of the business," the woman offered.
Wu Ten swallowed hard. He could tell by the look in her eye that she wasn't giving him a choice. "OK, we have a deal. I have to know one thing, though. If we're going to be partners, I need to know your name."
"You may call me 'Empress'."