[ Hei has never bailed anyone out of jail before. ]
[ Why would he? The Syndicate and the police are eternally at cross purposes. He's never sent any of his own enemies up the river. If you cross paths with BK201 -- or with the Syndicate itself -- you're generally eliminated, unless your usefulness outweighs your loss. The organization and its employees like to serve things cold. In a way, for Hei, this is one step up from confronting one of his own victims, post-mission. The closest he's come in that department is to interacting with marks as 'Li', while scheming to assassinate them behind-the-scenes as Hei. ]
[ Except what happened at the bar wasn't a mission. ]
[ Last night, after leaving the crime-scene, he'd retreated to his safe-house and spent a few sleepless hours on the training mat and the pommel horse. He'd glimpsed on his cameras that there were police in the bar's vicinity. And while he was reasonably sure there was no surveillance system in the bar itself, it seemed smarter to lie low. He'd had enough bullshit -- and close calls -- the past few weeks to last him decades. By the time he'd gotten word that Korra had been arrested for perpetrating the scuffle, Hei was ready to zap the neurons in his brain and knock himself out for a 24-hour nap. It was much better than facing his waking thoughts. ]
[ Instead he finds himself at the police station. Caught in the unenviable task of learning how bail works in a city with an ad hoc judicial system. Bleary-eyed and thin-lipped, in a black funnel-necked sweater and jeans, he looks nothing like 'Li' -- more like a tired parent driven from bed in the middle of the night by their party-crazed teenager. (It couldn't be less true. But confessing I'm Korra's partner-in-crime won't help either of their cases.) ]
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[ Why would he? The Syndicate and the police are eternally at cross purposes. He's never sent any of his own enemies up the river. If you cross paths with BK201 -- or with the Syndicate itself -- you're generally eliminated, unless your usefulness outweighs your loss. The organization and its employees like to serve things cold. In a way, for Hei, this is one step up from confronting one of his own victims, post-mission. The closest he's come in that department is to interacting with marks as 'Li', while scheming to assassinate them behind-the-scenes as Hei. ]
[ Except what happened at the bar wasn't a mission. ]
[ Last night, after leaving the crime-scene, he'd retreated to his safe-house and spent a few sleepless hours on the training mat and the pommel horse. He'd glimpsed on his cameras that there were police in the bar's vicinity. And while he was reasonably sure there was no surveillance system in the bar itself, it seemed smarter to lie low. He'd had enough bullshit -- and close calls -- the past few weeks to last him decades. By the time he'd gotten word that Korra had been arrested for perpetrating the scuffle, Hei was ready to zap the neurons in his brain and knock himself out for a 24-hour nap. It was much better than facing his waking thoughts. ]
[ Instead he finds himself at the police station. Caught in the unenviable task of learning how bail works in a city with an ad hoc judicial system. Bleary-eyed and thin-lipped, in a black funnel-necked sweater and jeans, he looks nothing like 'Li' -- more like a tired parent driven from bed in the middle of the night by their party-crazed teenager. (It couldn't be less true. But confessing I'm Korra's partner-in-crime won't help either of their cases.) ]