Councilwoman Jian reminded herself to purchase a pair of sunglasses. Smog-tainted sunshine lit Republic City's skyline, showing off the expanding metropolis. She rubbed her arms together, feeling goosebumps rise, night's chill preserved by stone floor.

The door was pushed open with a gentle creak. She turned, as the floor sang, announcing punishment for the intruder.

The Red Monsoons assassin swore furiously, abandoning stealth. It was irrelevant when you were trapped in a spiderweb of steel chains.

"You didn't really think that a Councilwoman's office would be undefended, did you?" Jian asked.

Typical Red Monsoons. No bending doesn't mean no brains.