[ It's not likely any of the men is carrying identification. Still, Hei would have preferred a moment to check their clothes for fodder -- wires, cameras, weapons. Anything to trace them back to their source. Korra doesn't give him a chance. She conjures up an impromptu mass grave, all the corpses tumbling in, then sealed beneath layers of inscrutable dirt. A disappointment, but not overmuch. Whoever hired these grunts will learn of the failed hit soon. Once that happens, Hei can expect another visit. ]
[ He doesn't answer Korra's remark, at least not right away. His face is wiped of all expression as he sheathes his blade. Of course the fight hasn't cooled her down. He's aware of her fritzing energy, her eyes bright with a mockery that might as well be banked excitement. ]
[ Tonelessly, ]
There is no guarantee they wouldn't ambush the safehouse.
[ If anything, chances of that are still high. Better to vacate to somewhere different, off the Syndicate's radar. ]
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Date: 2015-03-18 02:28 am (UTC)[ He doesn't answer Korra's remark, at least not right away. His face is wiped of all expression as he sheathes his blade. Of course the fight hasn't cooled her down. He's aware of her fritzing energy, her eyes bright with a mockery that might as well be banked excitement. ]
[ Tonelessly, ]
There is no guarantee they wouldn't ambush the safehouse.
[ If anything, chances of that are still high. Better to vacate to somewhere different, off the Syndicate's radar. ]