High Alert Prison, Fire Nation, Appr. Three years after the Great War.

The guard glanced down the long hallway that was bathed in an orange light. It was lights out for all prisoners, with a flick of his armored wrist the lamps went out except for one on each end of the hall.

"Hall twenty-three all clear!" He called and the metal doors that closed every prison ward began to shut. The guard stood at attention waiting for the thick metal to encase the prisoners for the night when a slender hand with pointed nails shot out an grabbed the guard by his chest plate and pulled him into the doors before he could make a sound.

A lone skinny woman who was slightly hunched stepped out of the doors and dusted off her fire nation prison clothes.

Southern Water Tribe, Three months later.

"Katara!" Sokka whined, his hand was shoved through a hole in his pants.

"I'm sorry please finish sewing my pants!" He held them out to his sister who had her arms crossed.

"Nope. Hopefully feeling the wind on your butt will keep you from making sexist comments in the future." She stomped off her braid flipping in the chilly wind.

Sokka turned to Suki, "Please, Suki?"

She shook her head, "Nope, Katara's right." She got up and left her boyfriend sitting in the tent whining about frost bite on his privates.

She made her way over to Katara who was turning the roasting penguin on a pike, "You alright there Katara?" she asked. Katara shook her head. "It's not about his comments its just he frustrates me sometimes." She gritted her teeth. "It sucks being stuck here all winter with him while Aang is off having some adventure." She spoke fondly of her friend.

"Yeah… that does kind of suck doesn't it?" Suki laughed and went to go sew Sokka's pants.

Katara smiled at the girl's back. She missed having that with Aang but she knew that their spark had fizzled last year and there was no going back from that. With a sigh Katara headed to the gate of the village where Grangran's house was. Once she got there she noticed several men clad in fire nation armor, she quickened her pace, even after two years fire nation soldiers still made her nervous.

"Grangran? Is there a problem?" she asked stepping up to stand by the wizened old woman who smiled at her.

"Master Katara." The men saluted.

The leader of the group stepped forward, a scroll gripped firmly in his fist.

"A letter from Fire Lord Zuko!" He barked, handing her the scroll.

"Will that be all?" Katara asked, wanting to get the Fire nation out of the village as soon as possible.

"Yes Master Katara, we will await upon the ship for you and Master Sokka."

Katara's eyebrows raised, "Excuse me?" she opened the scroll:

Katara,

Azula has escaped prison, I have called upon you and the rest of Team Avatar. The men I send you will be swift in bringing you to the Fire Nation. I beseech you to help me find Azula before she gains any power.

Sincerely,

Zuko

Katara groaned.

"Sokka! Get your junk together!" She yelled stomping into her tent.

"Why?" Sokka poked his head out of the tent, lip marks littered his chin making Katara giggle, "Uh, bro? You got a little something-something on your chin…" he turned red and pulled his head back into the tent.

Pulling her fire nation clothes out of the chest they were in she briefly wondered if they would still fit, she fingered her bust lightly, "They'll have to do… maybe I can bring them out while on the ship…" she muttered to herself packing her bag full of things Sokka would forget.

"Okay. Spill it, why are we leaving?" Sokka had his arms crossed and Suki stood behind him going through his pack making sure he packed everything neatly.

"Zuko needs our help." She tossed him the scroll and latched her pack.

"So if the great Fire Lord beckons we come running?" Sokka complained.

"Yes. Azula is out and we have to stop her. Got it?" Katara's patience was running thin again.

"Uhg. Finnee. If we HAVE TO." He slumped out of the tent muttering about what he was going to do to Zuko when they got there.

"Ready Suki?"

"Yup."