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The Great Escape
Chapter information
Series

The Callgirl

Chapter

8

Written by

AvatarAang7

Release date

May 19th, 2016

Word count

6088

Chronology
Last chapter

One Last Time

Next chapter

Back in the City


Thursday


Asami hadn't slept much over the night. Thoughts like 'what if Varrick doesn't keep his word', which, in all honesty, isn't that far-fetched, or 'what if I can't get her past URN customs' kept her awake, even though it hadn't seemed that important over dinner last night. But the more she thought about it as she was lying awake, the more real those possibilities seemed. They were all valid concerns. She had spent most of the night watching Korra sleep, which doesn't sound at all creepy when you say it like that, but it had helped her. There was just something incredibly calming about the gentle but even rising of her side, the opposite side on which she was forced to sleep because those ribs were busted.

At multiple points, the businesswoman considered peeping under the armbands, which were perfectly within her reach, but decided against it at every turn.

-Good thing too, what if she would have woken up?

She sleeps like the dead, little risk of that.

-Still, it's not your place.

With a sigh, she had conceded, deciding that her voice of reason had a point there. Instead, she just resigned herself to the slightly creepy 'watching her as she sleeps', which worked fairly well for her peace of mind. Miraculously enough, the ex-callgirl's sixth sense seemed to be broken, as she didn't wake up once from the odd sense that she was being watched.

But when the morning finally did come, Asami was still tired and more nervous than she had ever been. The thought of 'what if something goes wrong' was more prevalent than ever, even though it wasn't very much a question what would happen. Chances were it would result in behind-the-shed executions or jail time for everyone involved.

Her train of thought was broken by a loud knock on the door. "Ushuaia Police, open up!" a brusque voice came from the other side.

Mother. Fucker. Asami felt herself chill down to the bone, but for once, it wasn't because of the actual temperature of the room. She looked over to the ex-callgirl, who was still asleep. Deciding it would be best to play it open and try for the law, Asami quickly threw on a robe and combed her fingers through her hair, trying to make herself look a bit more presentable.

The businesswoman put the door on the chain, and saw three men standing in the hallway, one rather short, balding man with a leather jacket on, and two uniformed officers behind him. "Detective Anku," the bald man said, holding up his badge. "Open this door."

"Not until you tell me what you are here for. Until I have vacated this room, it's private property, and unless you have a warrant, I can simply turn you away and call hotel security."

This seemed to take the detective back a bit. "Miss Sato, we want to talk to you for a minute about the woman I can see sleeping in your bed." Asami looked over her shoulder and quickly berated herself for not closing the bedroom door behind her. "If you came here to exploit our liberal sexual labor laws, that constitutes a crime, and we have evidence that the woman I can see sleeping in your bed is a prostitute."

"No, I'm not!" Korra called out from the bed, also having woken up. "I quit my job yesterday, and I'm just staying the night with a friend. You can ask my used-to-be-employer, Wushu's Escort Service. Name is Sapphire. That's all I'll say to you, now go away."

Asami turned to the door with a smug smirk plastered in her face. "You heard her say it, now would you please leave?"

"Open this door," he said, unfazed by Korra's statement.

Deciding she could be more intimidating if she was in his face, Asami quickly undid the door chain and made herself big in the opening. "She just gave you her statement, which I know to be true, because I witnessed her resigning her job with my own two eyes. If you want to arrest us, that requires a warrant, and if you want to bring us in for questioning, we can refuse. If you decide to ignore all this, you'll be charged with a Civil Rights violation, something I know you've never been subjected to, because it's a charge that never doesn't end with badges and service revolvers being tossed on desks. On top of all that, I'm a very prominent United Republic citizen, and my arrest would cause a sticky international incident, in which your badge would be on the top of the demand-list from our State Department." She gave him an ice-cold stare, and he blinked first.

"Don't leave town," he said and turned on his heel, walking away, the two uniformed cops in tow. Asami smiled, knowing that she had just won a battle against Unalaq, but their war would rage on.

With a sigh, she closed the door, her heart pounding in her chest. "That was close."

Korra chuckled. "That was brilliant. I've never seen someone flag down the police like that."

Asami fell back on the bed, as she could feel that her knees were about to give out on her. "Be that as it may, we need to get going, because they'll be back with arrest warrants, and when they do, I can't stop them again." She reached for her phone, dialing the private number of her co-pilot. "Ready the jet for departure, we're leaving within the hour. We need enough fuel to get to the RCX in one go, understand?"

"Right away, Miss Sato."

She turned to Korra with a smile. "We better get dressed, because I bought us a few hours at the very best. Now it's just a matter of persuading my driver to lend us that 50-year-old Porsche again."

The ex-callgirl smiled and quickly got out of bed. "Better get to it then." She pulled her shirt over her head, stepping towards her suitcase in nothing but her panties. Her smile grew as Asami grew red, definitely not expecting her to still be this open. "Relax, Sato, nothing you haven't seen before."

"Guess I'm just a little more modest than you," the businesswoman replied with a small voice.

-On the other hand, you're not modest enough to turn around and let her dress in peace.

I ... have no clever excuse for this one.

Asami turned back to her own suitcases, deciding on what she should and shouldn't pack. It was fairly obvious that without a crew and a large car to transport everything in, she'd have to leave most of what she brought behind. She decided that everything clothes-related would be moved down on the priorities list, much to her dismay. The most important things were all work-related and could easily be kept on her phone.

She ultimately decided to take just her smallest suitcase and fill that with everything work-related and her jewelry that some underpaid chambermaid might get tempted to take. Some of it had been her mother's, and she wouldn't forgive herself if it was stolen because her of own negligence.

"Say, do you think we have time for a shower or breakfast?" Korra asked, now thankfully dressed.

"There's a shower and food on the plane, no need to waste time here."

Her expression turned comically surprised, with her mouth literally hanging open. "Are you being serious here? A shower on the plane?"

"Yes, it was a 60 million yuan plane, they throw in a shower for that, though the cupholders were extra. Now are you going to get ready or not?"

While Korra went to brush her teeth, Asami quickly dressed herself in the same clothes she had worn yesterday, before stuffing the essentials into the suitcase she'd be taking with her. She quickly followed Korra's example, put on her make-up (she'd rather go to prison than be caught outside without make-up on), before the women made their way downstairs.

Koda was in the lobby, staring intently at what was happening outside. "Asami!" he exclaimed as soon as he saw her. "Looks like your tail has become a convoy. I can only assume they're here for her?" the driver asked, nodding to Korra. Asami looked out as well, seeing a whole mess of police cars waiting outside, both marked and unmarked.

"They are," Asami replied. "They're waiting for an arrest warrant, so we have to scram before they get their hands on one, and I think you can figure out where I'm going with this."

He sighed. "You want to borrow my Porsche again."

"And I also kind of need you to create a diversion. Are there any maids that look like me and want to make a hefty tip easily?"

Koda thought for a moment, before he slowly started nodding. "There is one I can ask. You want me to drive slowly, stall them as long as I can?"

"Yes. Just buy us enough time to board the plane, you can dress her up in my clothes if you think that's what's necessary."

He held out his hand. "Will do. I'll tell the staff to send the rest of your stuff after you separately."

This put a genuine smile on Asami's face. "Thank you, Koda. You're a good man." He held out his hand, and the businesswoman shook it, before leaning in and pressing a kiss on his cheek, which made him blush furiously.

Koda held out the keys of the Porsche, nodding as Asami took them. "Good luck, Asami."

"You too. Take care." She and Korra walked to the garage, where the 911 beckoned. Truth be told, the businesswoman was a little nervous, because now, there was actual pressure to get to the airport quickly in a car that didn't have ABS, traction control, high-profile tires, four-wheel drive, crumple zones, airbags, seatbelts, or even headrests.

They quickly piled into the red Porsche, using Korra's phone for satnav. True to form, Asami avoided main roads, but when one is going to an airport, that's kind of inevitable. "Is it really necessary to drive this fast?!" Korra asked, probably scared half to death as the businesswoman was power sliding the 50-year-old machine around another slippery corner.

"We don't want to waste time, the slower we go, the bigger the chance we get caught."

"Yeah, but the faster you go, the bigger the chance we don't make it at all! Turn!"

Asami smiled, throwing the car expertly over to the other side, powering through. "Relax," she smirked. "Driving is what I do. I got this." Fortunately, the road soon straightened out, turning it into a rally stage, on which the 911 was brilliant, though Korra would disagree with that for all eternity. The rear-mounted engine meant they always had the grip on the powered wheels, but the slippery road of compacted snow did make steering quite difficult.

In the end though, they made it to the airport without crashing and arrived at the gate Varrick had designated. As they were about to go through, Asami's phone rang. And, worryingly enough, it was Varrick. "Sato, I got unmarked secret police vehicles at the gate, demanding to be let in. You better be at the airport, I don't know how much longer I can hold them off."

"I'm at the gate, about to drive to my hangar. Can you stall them?"

"They have a lot of guns and very heavy cars, so it'll be minutes at most. Hurry."

Asami felt a small wave of relief wash over her when the gate rolled to the side, allowing her onto the grounds of the airfield. With a loud rattle, the air-cooled flat six powered them quickly over the tarmac, towards the hangar she knew her plane to be in. More good news came when she saw that the runway itself was completely clean, all snow swept to the side.

"Well, this is it; the gateway to your new life," she smirked to her passenger when the massive doors of the hangar opened, revealing the grey hull of the Bombardier Global 8000. All business jets she ever encountered were white, and she could never understand why. To make it stand out among every other jet on the planet, she'd gone for a grey finish with a red stripe along the hull. The only recognizable feature it had on it was a small red cog on the tail, the logo of Future Industries.

"Damn..." Korra muttered. "You travel in style, don't you?"

Asami smiled at the look of bewilderment on the callgirl's face. "Of course I do, don't you know me at all?" She looked at the clock over the side exit, seeing that their time was nearly up. "Come on, we should get going before we have company." They quickly boarded the plane, both with one small suitcase in tow, much to the surprise of the crew.

"Miss Sato, who's that? And where's your luggage?"

"Don't ask unnecessary questions, just go, and quick. I'm expecting trouble."

Both Korra and Asami strapped themselves in on opposite ends of each other, and before long, the jet started taxiing towards the end of the runway. "Uhh, Asami, I don't want to be the bearer of bad news, but do you think those are Unalaq's guys?" the ex-callgirl asked, pointing out of the window.

The businesswoman leaned over, seeing five black GMC Tahoes in single file powering down the tarmac. "Fuck me..." She unbuckled her seatbelt, making her way to the cockpit. "Either we take off immediately, or we all go to jail. Get us in the air, right now!"

The pilots shared a knowing look but complied. "Understood, buckle up. I'm gonna put this bird at 30.000 feet in 45 seconds, it's gonna be the hardest take-off you've ever felt."

Asami quickly made her way back to her seat, tightly doing up her belt.

"What's going on?" Korra asked, a sincere look of worry on her face.

"Just hold on tight, this is going to be uncomfortable," Asami said, grabbing her hand from across the aisle.

Next thing she knew, the roar of the engines increased dramatically, and the women were pushed back into their seats. "They're coming in hot!" Korra yelled, and the businesswoman looked out the window, seeing the motorcade overtaking them over the taxi strip, something that probably wasn't allowed.

"Full throttle!" the pilot yelled, and Asami felt another surge of speed and power come over the airplane. They left the cars in their dust, and before Asami could fully brace, the jet took to the skies at an incredibly steep angle, pushing them into their seats even harder. As the acceleration slowed but the angle remained the same, the businesswoman didn't quite feel comfortable letting go of Korra's hand. It wasn't until the jet started leveling out again, which was always the most uncomfortable part, as it made her very light in her head. "You okay there?" Asami asked when she saw just how unusually pale Korra was, which was very weird for someone with a naturally dark skin.

"No, I feel sick," she said, keeping her eyes firmly shut.

Asami reached over the aisle, handing her an air-sickness bag. "I know it's not very elegant, but I'd rather have you throw up in this than on the seats."

The ex-callgirl kept her eyes shut and grabbed the bag on feeling, while the flight-attendant came up to them. "Can I get you anything yet?"

A slight smile appeared on the businesswoman's face, as she could no longer suppress the schadenfreude that Korra's misery brought with her. She knew she should be feeling really bad for her, as this was indeed the roughest take-off Asami had ever been through. And you have been through a lot of them, while it was Korra's first. Poor girl. Her getting airsick was an almost guarantee. "I think we'll both stick with a glass of water. Ice in hers."

"Right away, Miss Sato."

The flight attendant turned away, and Asami squeezed Korra's hand again, who finally opened her eyes. "Hey," she said, and the weight of the situation finally dawned on her: she was free. A massive smile broke over the ex-callgirl's face, and then she started laughing so infectiously that Asami couldn't help but join in after a while.

She didn't really know how long they were laughing, but it came to an abrupt end when they hit some turbulence, juddering the plane, and it made Korra clutch her air-sickness bag a little tighter. She closed her eyes again, trying to shut the world around her out.

Asami squeezed her hand again, hoping to calm her nerves slightly. "Relax. Take deep breaths through your nose, in... and out... in... and out..." It went on like this for a while, before Korra finally started feeling better.

"Okay, I have officially decided: I hate flying."

This only made the businesswoman smile again; Korra hadn't left her sarcasm behind.

-Who are you kidding, you'd still be smiling if she threw up over your shoes.

Probably not.

-You get the point.

Yeah, fair enough.

"You want to go take a shower?" Asami asked, realizing she still hadn't done that.

Korra nodded and began to stand up. "Yeah, that would be..." She closed her eyes again and promptly fell back into her chair. "On second thought, you go first, I'm just gonna sit here for a while and try not to be sick."

The businesswoman couldn't help but chuckle at the dryness of the remark. "Yeah, probably a good idea. I'll try not to use all the hot water." She walked out to the back of the plane, where the shower was. Here, the roar of the engines was louder, but that would just motivate her to shower a little quicker.

Outside of being a bit cramped height-wise, the shower was fine. Asami was fairly tall at a smudge over 1.75 meters, but even so, standing up straight in the shower and still having the showerhead over her and not on her shoulder was pretty good.

Of course, she didn't have the immense space or luxury she had in her hotel room in Ushuaia or back in Republic City, but it was pretty good. Having dried and dressed herself, she walked back to the main cabin of the plane, where Korra was slowly working down a glass of ice water. "Feeling better yet?"

"Well, been better, been worse as well. Should be noted though, those times were typically preceded by massive amounts of alcohol." A slight smile appeared on her face. "What's your most recent bad hangover? And I'm not talking about a slight headache, I'm 'talking sprint-for-the-toilet-waking-up-with-a-stranger' type of thing."

Asami chuckled when she remembered the story she wanted to tell. "Well, my most recent one is going to cost you an embarrassing story as well."

"Fair enough. Go."

She thought for a moment how much she wanted to tell, because not everything was about her.

On the other hand, the part of the story that isn't about me is about Opal, who she'll probably meet anyway.

-Fair point, but it would be awkward if Korra were to open with 'Hey, aren't you the one who got black-out drunk on her own bachelorette's?

It's equal parts embarrassing for me.

-Debatable.

With a sigh, she decided to tell it anyway. "Well, this was only a few weeks ago, shortly before I left for Ushuaia. My best friend, Opal Beifong, is getting married next month, so naturally, that required a bachelorette party. I know that it's normal to hold it closer to the wedding, but we're both really busy, so we decided to do it before I left. Anyway, me and a couple of others were put in charge of organizing the whole thing, and I insisted on keeping it decent for the first half of the night, which we did. Sort of."

"What fun is a bachelorette party if you keep it decent?"

"Not much, but that was only the dinner part. And it was decent, if you don't count the hunky topless waiters in tight spandex or the penis-shaped cocktail sticks." Asami chuckled. "As you can probably figure out from that, I was overruled. Anyway, we held it at a party center, and I bought it out weeks in advance, making sure the backdraft wouldn't hit us. After dinner, tables and everything were cleared out, and were replaced with a handful of bars, with free-flowing champagne. Bad decision. It took about two hours for everyone there to become massively drunk, me most of all."

Korra stared at her incredulously, before she started laughing out loud. "You, stupidly drunk? Boy, that's a spectacle I would have loved to see."

"You and most others, honey," Asami winked back, which made a grin grow on both their faces. "It was a good thing I'd had the foresight to put my hair in a French roll, because... well, because of reasons."

The ex-callgirl had to think on this one for a moment, before giving an understanding nod. "You're 28, and yet still don't have the self-control to avoid that?"

"It was my best friend's bachelorette party, one last chance to go all out with her like we did in college. And anyway, it wasn't the worst for me, because me and Opal woke up in my bed, together. As far as we had been able to piece together, we didn't have sex, and the only reason we ended up back at my place was because it was close to the venue. Now outside of the 'nausea, dry throat, splitting headache'-thing, the hangover wasn't too bad for me, and it was much worse for Opal. Turns out, she got an ankle bracelet tattoo, which was pretty bad. When we retraced our steps, the fuck-up landed on me, because the place I'd booked was just around the block from a tattoo parlor. So while Opal got hers, I was waiting for my turn to get one as well, only when I stood up to get mine, I lost my balance and threw up on the shop floor. That's when the parlor had enough of us and he kicked us out."

The smile on Korra's face was enough to make it worth it. "Okay, I'll admit, that's pretty bad. Not as bad as mine, though." She lifted her shirt slightly, revealing the Colt .45's tattooed on her waist again. "One day after a night of heavy drinking, I woke up with one of these, but because I hate asymmetry, I went back and had the other one done as well. It was worse for my friend, who got a tramp-stamp with 'slut' written in it in massive white letters. God, I mercilessly laughed at her."

Asami laughed too. "Okay, you win. Your fuck-up was bigger. Still, your turn for a proper story."

The ex-callgirl thought for a while, and then she chuckled. "Well, I might just have something like that. Do you know the Glacier Spirits Festival?"

The name sounded vaguely familiar to Asami, but it didn't really mean much to her. "Rings a bell, but I'm a bit hazy on the details."

Korra nodded. "Well, it's the biggest festival here in the Southern Water Tribe, and naturally, it's held right here in Ushuaia. It lasts a week, and people from all over the world come to see it, because it's during the Winter Solstice, which is actually the middle of summer for us, but you know, Northern dominance and all that." Asami smiled at the dry remark. "Anyway, it kind of goes without saying that it's also the busiest time of the year for me. Plenty of husbands find it a good excuse to cheat on their wives, 'out of sight, out of mind', being the prevailing theory. Towards the end, I was tired, it had been a long week, lots of clients, so..." She hesitated, and Asami swore she saw something resembling a blush appear on Korra's face. "Well, let's just say that I was a bit stretched out down there, know what I mean?"

The businesswoman chuckled, definitely seeing the humor that a professional hooker still had the demeanor of a sixth grader when it came to actually talking about sex. "I think I get where you're going."

It made her smile and brought her confidence back. "So on the last day, I was bought by some really fat guy from Ba Sing Se for 24 hours. It's slightly unusual but not unheard of. What it basically meant was that he got to parade me around for the day, pretending that I'm some sort of trophy girlfriend. Now I'm a professional, so I didn't really care about how he looked, because in that business you learn to ignore that after a while. But what did bother me, was that this guy was an asshole, in every sense of the word. He was rude, loud, impolite, all that stuff. But again, I just played my part, smiled and nodded, because that's what he's paying me for."

She took a breath, pausing for a moment. "At the end of the day, we went back to his hotel, he bought us dinner, which actually wasn't too bad. After that, it was back to his room, and what I always did with men like him, was get myself cold somehow, making it look like I actually want them. In this case, the most readily available way was a cold shower. I quickly rinsed off, nipples hard from the cold, stepped out, and I swear to God this is true: he was there, butt-naked, on the bed, head propped up on one arm like he's Chris fucking Hemsworth. I look over him, already trying to repress the urge to raise an eyebrow, because his dick was absolutely miniscule."

The story had already succeeded in lifting Asami's spirits, as a grin already broke across her face. That didn't take away from the fact that she had a feeling the story was only about to reach its peak.

"I believe that at that point, he said something along the lines of: 'Babe, I hope you're used to earthquakes, 'cause I'm gonna rock your world.' Now by then, my resolve had completely vanished, so I took one more look at his dick and say: 'With that? It's gonna be more like tossing a hotdog down a hallway.' I couldn't help it. It just slipped out."

Asami burst out in a gush of laughter, finding the remark completely fitting in the broader context Korra had laid out. It took her quite a while to regain her composure, because every time she glanced over to the ex-callgirl's ever-present smirk, she constantly found herself snickering again. "Did you really say that?" she asked once she had sufficiently calmed down again.

"I did," Korra chuckled. "Oh man, the look on his fucking face. I felt so powerful. Needless to say, he was livid and barely had the courtesy to let me get somewhat dressed again before he kicked me out. I only had the advance left, which was half of the fee, but by God, was that worth it."

It took a good while to get all the laughs out, but when they did, they decided it was time for breakfast. Asami knew it would be a ten-hour flight back home, so they would have plenty of time to kill, but if this was any indication, that wouldn't be a problem at all.

Turns out, she was totally right. The women made short work of the excellent breakfast, and Asami could just tell that Korra had to restrain herself not to make any snide remarks about in-flight meals. Afterwards, the ex-callgirl went to shower as well, amazed by the plane's facilities. The businesswoman used this time to make the final arrangements for their arrival, quietly making a few phone calls home to ensure everything would be in place. Lunch soon rolled by as well, before Korra decided to make good on her promise, and they finished the first season of The Walking Dead, making a start on the second season as well. At multiple points during the flight, they had to pause it, simply because the weather was perfect, and they couldn't let the gorgeous scenery of the Earth Kingdom States pass by. Part of Asami knew that she should be using the time in the plane more productively, but that wasn't on the forefront of her mind right now.

Over the course of their binge-watching, they started out next to each other on the sofa in the lounge, but as the episodes went on, Korra sunk further and further into Asami's side. Ultimately, they ended up pretty much stretched out over the couch, the ex-callgirl entirely on top. Asami couldn't really tell if it was because of the flying or because the police had woken them up so early, but they were both exhausted and fell into a companionable nap.

They were rudely awoken when the pilot's voice suddenly broke over the intercom. "Ladies, we're about fifteen minutes out from the RCX airport, so prepare yourself for the landing."

Asami knew this wasn't what she wanted, and she had planned for this. Unalaq would have undoubtedly informed customs that she was carrying an unauthorized person on board, so they couldn't go to one of the largest airports in the world. She stood up, walking to the cockpit. "Gentlemen, change of plans. We're not going to RCX anymore, I want you to reroute us to Dunsfold."

Dunsfold was a small airfield about an hour from the RCX by car, but only ten minutes by plane. It was one of the many, many airfields that still littered the former coastline of the western Earth Kingdom after the Great War with the Fire Nation 70 odd years ago. Some had been turned into drag strips or used as basis for racetracks, but plenty of them still functioned as private airfields.

This presented an opportunity for the rich and famous, because competition between these airfields was stiff. If they had nitpickers and bean-counters in their customs checks, people would often go elsewhere. Of course, things like weapons and drugs would get picked out, but Asami had used the leniency in Dunsfold's policy many times to smuggle in small contraband, like a few bottles of Fire Nation whiskey, which was strictly speaking illegal, but nothing to really worry about. The airfield needed her more than she needed the airport, because not only did it house two of her planes and her helicopter, it also served as the basis for all of Future Industries' flights.

This was where she'd have the best chance of getting Korra into the United Republic without getting burned.

-It's still going to require a lot of luck, though.

Meh, no one prospers without a little luck.

-Good point.

"You couldn't have mentioned this earlier?" the pilot asked, a little ticked off. "We've already began our pre-landing checks."

"I pay you by the hour, not by the flight. Reroute us to Dunsfold." With this, Asami walked back to her seat, and the plane soon began to bank slightly towards its new destination.

Korra looked slightly worried. "Is everything going alright?"

"Relax, I have everything planned out. All you need to do, is play ball. Let me do the talking, and it will work out." She briefly fell silent and took the ex-callgirl's hand, brushing her thumb over her knuckles. "Do you trust me?"

"I don't really have a choice, now do I?" she nervously chuckled, though her expression quickly turned more serious. "Joking aside, with everything you've already done for me, I know I can trust you. It's just that, with everything that isn't in your hands, how can you be so confident?"

"Because thinking it's not going to work will only make it fail. Trust me, I know how high the stakes are. If this goes wrong, I'll be put in a box for the next ten years."

Korra chuckled. "And you're willing to risk that for a hooker you barely know?"

"No, but I am for an amazing woman who has been wronged at every turn. Like I said back in Ushuaia, you deserve a bit of good luck as well."

The ex-callgirl's smile changed for the genuine, when the pilot's voice came over the intercom again. "We are go for touchdown, so fasten your seatbelts please. Weather is good, so there should be nothing to worry about." Asami could feel the plane quickly lose altitude, seeing the city disappear behind the mountains.

Fortunately, her pilots were good, so it was true, the landing was quite smooth. The Bombardier lazily taxied to the hangar, and the sight made Asami smile. As she looked out the window, she saw her own Rolls-Royce Ghost (brushed aluminum hood on a black body) waiting for them, her driver neatly standing beside it.

"Welcome back, Miss Sato," San said when she exited the plane.

"Good to be home," she said, feeling the hot air hitting her as soon as the door opened. "Did you bring what I asked you to?"

He nodded, removing an envelope from his inner pocket. "Not quite sure why, but you don't have to tell me."

A customs official came walking out at them. Luckily for them, he seemed to be about their age, 30 years or so. All you have to do is make him an offer he can't refuse. "Welcome back to the United Republic. Can I see some identification?"

Asami pulled her passport out of her purse, handing it over, before nodding towards Korra, who came out of the plane as well. San saw her, raising an eyebrow, but he didn't say anything.

The official turned to Korra after handing Asami back her passport. "You too, Miss."

"I have that right here," the businesswoman interrupted and handed him the envelope. "She's not dangerous, and she's not here against her will. All you have to do to earn that, is walk out that door, and report everything as just fine."

He hesitantly stared at the 10.000 yuans in the envelope, clearly weighing his options.

"How long have you been married?" Asami asked, noticing the ring on his finger.

"About two years now."

"Kids?"

"Second one is on the way."

A slight smile appeared on the businesswoman's face, which had a bit of a morbid side to it. It's kind of like forcing his integrity to dig its own grave at gunpoint. "That right there could pay for a lot of diapers and visits to the pediatrician, and the only people who know that you have it are in this room. No one is going to hold it against you, because no one knows. And all you have to do, is let her get into the car with me," Asami finished, nodding towards Korra.

After an agonizingly long silence, during which Asami could practically hear the ex-callgirl's heart thumping in her chest at about 200 beats per minute, the customs official stuck the envelope in his inner pocket. "Welcome to the United Republic, Miss," he nodded to Korra, before turning on his heel and walking away.

Both women let out a massive sigh of relief, before Korra pulled Asami into a bone-crushing hug, pressing a series of kisses on her cheek, before burying her face in the crook of her neck. "Thank you," she murmured. "Thank you, thank you, thank you..." The businesswoman could feel her shoulder getting soggy, but right now, she couldn't really care less.

They stayed like that for a good while, but eventually, Asami thought it was time to get going again. "Hey," she carefully whispered. "Want me to take you to my home?"

Korra finally pulled back and, in probably the most undignified move ever, wiped her nose and cheeks on her sleeve. "Yeah," she said, her massive smile still on her face. "I'd like that."

There was nothing Asami wanted more right now than to be with her, but she knew that things weren't going to be that simple. Once again, she'd have to be cleverer than everyone else.


If the name 'Dunsfold' sounds familiar to you, there is a very good reason for that: it's the airfield that houses the Top Gear test track. The story of there being many airfields in the URN is inspired by the real situation in the southeast of England, where there are many left-over airfields from WWII.

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