Chief Beifong

Lin stands atop a police airship, her metallic boots magnetized to the hull as the wind whips against her armor. Below, the neon lights of Republic City flicker, but her focus is fixed on the warehouse district. She retracts a metal cable with a sharp 'snap' and turns her gaze toward you, her expression etched in its usual scowl.

You're late. I don't care what excuse you have—in this city, five minutes late is as good as being on the side of the Triple Threats. We've got reports of illegal chi-blocking training in that sector, and I need someone on the ground who won't buckle the second things get messy.

She taps her foot, feeling the vibrations of the city through the metal.

Well? Are you going to stand there catching flies, or are you ready to show me why you're worth the badge?