AI Искусство: Chapter 1: The Heist of Lodi Chapter Text The first light of dawn crept over the hills, casting long shadows down the dusty main street of the quiet town of Lodi. The Red Lotus Gang had come early, intending to get in and out before anyone knew what had hit them. Lodi was a small but well-off town, its wealth tied to a polished government bank that sat in the center of town, gleaming white against the dirt and wood of the surrounding buildings. Korra’s gang knew well that the bank’s wealth came from the state, funneled in from overworked farmers and ranchers in the surrounding lands. If anyone was going to relieve the government of a little money, it might as well be them. The sound of hooves cut through the morning silence as the Red Lotus Gang rode in, single file, each of them bearing a worn but distinct red lotus symbol stamped into their saddles a subtle mark of who they were and what they represented. The townsfolk, just beginning to wake, cast curious and wary glances toward the newcomers, perhaps catching sight of that crimson emblem and recognizing its meaning. The Red Lotus Gang’s reputation had traveled across the frontier, and though their name was often spoken with fear, there was also respect, especially among those who had been slighted by the wealthy or the powerful. Korra led the way, her tall white mare, Naga, stepping lightly over the dirt as though she owned the place. Dressed in her black leather duster and well worn boots, Korra carried an air of authority that made people stop and look twice. Her hand rested at her side, fingers brushing against the engraved pistol at her hip, a quiet reminder that she didn’t come without defenses. Beside her, Asami sat tall and composed on her sleek black stallion, Gasket. She kept her gaze focused, scanning every detail of the town with a calculating precision that matched her position as Korra’s right hand. Behind them came Bolin, wearing his usual easy grin as he rode his chestnut horse, Pabu, side by side with Opal, who rode a bay mare named Echo. Even though they looked relaxed, they were alert, their hands never far from their holsters. Kai and Jinora brought up the rear, Jinora riding quietly, her head tilted low to keep a watchful eye, while Kai rode beside her with a red bandana covering his face, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Each of them bore that crimson lotus symbol on their saddles, a silent, unmistakable signal of their allegiance. Korra scanned the town as they rode, meeting the wary gazes of the townsfolk with a nod here and there, careful not to invite any more attention than necessary. The Red Lotus Gang was known for hitting government targets, never common folk, and that was a reputation Korra intended to keep. They took from the rich, from those who wouldn’t miss it, and passed their share to the people who needed it most. She didn’t need anyone to know her reasons her gang understood, and that was enough. She pulled Naga to a stop just down the street from the bank, her eyes fixed on the building. It was a stark, whitewashed structure with reinforced iron doors and two sleepy looking guards posted out front, rifles slung over their shoulders. Korra took a long, assessing look, already planning the heist in her mind. She tilted her head toward Asami, who nodded in silent agreement, already preparing her part in the job. Korra turned back to the others, her voice low and calm. “Alright, here’s how it’ll go down. Asami, you take the east side and set up the charges to block off the street if things get tight. Bolin, you’re with her keep her covered and try not to get distracted.” Bolin chuckled, tipping his hat. “Me? Distracted? Not a chance.” Opal rolled her eyes, but there was a smirk at the corner of her mouth. “Says the guy who almost left his shotgun back in Red Mesa.” Bolin gave her a mock offended look but didn’t argue, just straightened his vest and looked over at Asami. “Looks like I’m with you, Asami.” Korra’s gaze shifted to Kai and Jinora. “You two are going in first. Jinora, keep an eye on the lobby and make sure no one raises a fuss. Kai, you’re on guard duty any movements from the bank guards, you signal me.” Kai nodded, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “So we just stroll in like regular folks, huh?” “Exactly,” Korra replied, her eyes sharpening. “No heroics. We’re here to take what we need, not to start a shootout.” She kept her voice low, but there was an edge to her tone that reminded each of them how serious this was. The Red Lotus Gang didn’t take unnecessary risks, and Korra held them to that code. They were all here by choice, and they knew the rules: keep the common folk safe, take from those who could afford to lose it, and never start a fight they couldn’t win. Korra looked back to Asami, her tone softening. “Once we’re inside, you’ll need to disable that alarm fast.” Asami’s lips curved into a faint smile, her gaze steady. “Consider it done. I’ll have us out before they even know what happened.” Korra dismounted Naga and looped her reins around a nearby post, giving her horse a quick pat on the neck. “Stay close,” she murmured, feeling a sense of calm settle over her as Naga nuzzled her hand in response. Naga was as much a partner as any of her gang members, and her presence was a steadying force in the midst of the tension building in Korra’s chest. As the others dismounted, they secured their horses in the shadows of the alley, each of their saddles marked with the small red lotus emblem that set them apart. The morning light caught the crimson of the symbol, gleaming for a brief moment before they moved to cover, their bodies falling naturally into place. Korra took one last look at her gang, feeling a rare surge of pride. They weren’t just a group of outlaws they were her family, her trusted crew. She could see the dedication in each of their faces, in the way they wore that crimson lotus as if it meant more than a reputation. It was a creed, a choice, a promise to one another. With Korra’s final nod, the Red Lotus Gang moved into action, each member slipping seamlessly into their assigned roles. Korra watched as Asami peeled away toward the east side of the bank, her dark figure blending into the morning shadows. Bolin followed her, his lighthearted grin replaced by a sharp focus as he positioned himself to keep watch over her shoulder. Asami moved like she belonged in the shadows, her steps silent as she approached the bank’s side wall. With quick, practiced motions, she pulled out her toolkit and pried open a small maintenance panel, assessing the heavy steel frame and the bolts around the bank’s side entrance. She was focused, sharp eyed, working with the precision she was known for. Behind her, Bolin scanned the street, his hand casually resting on his shotgun, his gaze sharp as he watched for any approaching trouble. Korra took a deep breath, anticipation settling over her like a second skin. This was the part of the job that required cool heads and steady hands the time before the break in, when any wrong move could tip off the town. She watched as Asami and Bolin finished setting up, then turned her attention to Kai and Jinora, who had already slipped inside, their roles set. Inside the bank lobby, Kai sauntered up to the counter, leaning one elbow against it with a grin that could charm a snake. “Morning, sir,” he greeted the teller, his voice friendly and casual. “Just stopping in to open an account for the missus here thought we’d try savin’ up a little.” The teller, an older man with thick glasses and a distracted expression, blinked up at them with a hint of confusion. “Savings account, you say?” he muttered, rifling through a stack of paperwork, too preoccupied to notice Jinora’s eyes darting around, taking in every detail of the lobby. Jinora’s gaze swept the room, cataloging the exits, the positioning of the guards, and the distance to the back hallway. Her calm, composed expression didn’t waver as she took in every detail, memorizing the layout. She subtly touched her hip in a practiced signal Korra had taught her three fingers held in sequence indicating the number of guards in the main lobby. Outside, Korra caught the signal, her mind immediately mapping out the next steps. She turned to Opal, who waited beside her, her stance steady. “Three guards up front, two more likely near the vault,” Korra murmured, her voice low. Opal nodded, her hand resting on the rifle slung across her back. “Got it. We’re ready when you are.” Korra adjusted her gloves, her gaze hard as steel as she moved toward the bank’s entrance with Opal at her side. As she stepped through the doors, the atmosphere in the room shifted. Korra’s presence demanded attention, her footsteps deliberate, her chin held high as she took in the guards’ startled expressions. She didn’t need to say a word; the unyielding look in her eyes was enough to tell them who she was and why she was here. The bank guards stiffened, their hands hovering near their holsters, uncertain whether to make a move. Korra let her hand rest lightly on the grip of her pistol, a quiet but unmistakable warning. Her voice was firm, her tone leaving no room for argument. “We’re here for what the government won’t miss,” she said calmly. “Stay still, and you’ll walk out of here without a scratch.” Asami entered from the side entrance, her sawed off shotgun held low but ready, with Bolin close behind, his fingers wrapped firmly around his weapon as he took his position near the center of the lobby. He glanced at the guards, giving them a polite nod, but there was a glint in his eyes that dared them to try anything. Asami’s voice was cool as she addressed the bank staff and patrons. “If everyone cooperates, this will be over quickly,” she said, her tone calm but leaving no room for doubt. Her gaze swept over the room, taking stock of the exits and anyone who might think twice about following orders. Meanwhile, Jinora moved quietly, guiding the few bank patrons over to the side with a gentle touch. “Stay down, ma’am,” she murmured to an elderly woman, her voice soft. “You’ll be alright.” The woman, trembling slightly, nodded, huddling closer to the ground as Jinora offered her a reassuring smile. The patrons and staff all followed suit, lowering themselves with nervous glances but staying quiet. Once everyone was in position, Korra turned to Bolin and Opal, giving them a nod. “You’re on the vault,” she said, her voice steady. “Get it open, and we’ll be out of here in five.” Bolin and Opal exchanged a nod, moving quickly but cautiously toward the back. They reached the vault door just as Asami joined them, her toolkit already in hand. The vault was secured with a multi tumbler lock system a standard mechanical setup, but sturdy. Fortunately, it was nothing Asami couldn’t handle. She knelt by the door, selecting a slim lockpick from her kit as she assessed the mechanism. She inserted the pick, feeling for each tumbler with practiced ease. Every click of the pins echoed in her ears, her focus absolute as she worked. After a moment, Bolin shifted his stance, keeping his shotgun at the ready as he listened for movement from the guards near the front. Opal kept her rifle close, her eyes never leaving the hallway that led back to the lobby. “How much longer?” she asked in a whisper, her voice tense. “Almost there,” Asami replied, her fingers moving quickly as she adjusted the final pin. There was a satisfying click, and the heavy steel door swung open, revealing rows of cash and safes within the dimly lit vault. Bolin let out a low whistle as he took in the sight. “Well, would you look at that,” he murmured with a grin. “They really do keep the good stuff hidden.” Opal chuckled, stepping forward to help him load the bags with cash. They worked quickly, taking only what they needed to make a statement without cleaning the vault out entirely. Each movement was efficient, coordinated a testament to the trust and skill they’d built as a team. Back in the lobby, Korra kept her gaze fixed on the bank guards, her expression hard. The guards, clearly unsure of their next move, kept their hands raised, glancing nervously at each other as Korra’s gaze swept over them, cool and commanding. Outside, Kai peered out through the door, keeping an eye on the street. “Heads up,” he murmured, catching Korra’s attention. “Looks like a couple of deputies are making their way down here.” Korra’s whistle cut through the air, and with a quick nod from Asami, the Red Lotus Gang moved as one, slipping out of the bank into the morning light. The air was thick with tension as they made their way down the steps and into the alley, where their horses waited. Just as the last of the gang exited the bank, Asami reached into her coat and pulled out a small detonator, her thumb hovering briefly over the button. “Ready?” she murmured, glancing toward Korra, who gave a sharp nod. Without hesitation, Asami pressed down, and the explosion rocked the bank, sending up a thick cloud of dust and smoke that billowed out onto the main street. The blast wasn’t meant to harm anyone; it was pure diversion a curtain of chaos meant to cover their escape. The gang moved fast, ducking through the alleyway and mounting their horses. Korra swung up onto Naga in a fluid motion, giving her mare a quick pat. “Let’s ride!” she called to her gang, urging Naga forward as they thundered out of the alley and onto the main road. As they cleared the smoke, the sharp sound of a deputy’s voice rang out. “There they are! Don’t let them get away!” Korra’s head snapped back to see a group of deputies emerging from the haze, rifles drawn, the morning sun glinting off the barrels. With a practiced hand, Korra raised her pistol and fired a single, precise shot that struck one of the deputies in the shoulder, making him stagger back with a shout as his gun clattered to the ground. “Stay back!” Korra shouted, her voice cutting through the street. “You don’t want a fight you can’t win!” The deputies hesitated, but one of the younger, more brash men decided to test his luck, firing a shot that sliced past Korra’s shoulder, close enough to feel the heat. Korra’s eyes narrowed, and without breaking stride, she aimed her pistol again. This time, her shot rang out clear and true, hitting the young deputy square in the arm, sending him to the ground as his weapon fell beside him. The remaining lawmen faltered, their initial bravado waning as they watched the gang pull away. “Come on!” Korra called to the gang, urging them forward as they barreled out of town, their horses pounding the earth as they left the smoke and shouts behind. The gang moved in tight formation, each rider expertly maneuvering their horse around obstacles as they sped down the dusty road. As they reached the edge of town, Asami drew up beside Korra, her breathing steady despite the tension. Korra caught her eye, concern flickering across her features. “You alright?” she asked, her voice just loud enough to be heard over the pounding of hooves. Asami gave a slight smile, a glint of determination in her eyes. “Nothing I can’t handle,” she replied, her tone steady and reassuring. She adjusted her grip on Gasket’s reins, her other hand resting on her sawed off shotgun, ready for anything. “Good,” Korra said, giving her a brief nod. “Just stay close.” The road opened up into the sprawling plains, the sun climbing higher, casting long shadows across the sand. Kai, riding just behind them, glanced back and let out a low laugh, the thrill of their escape clear in his voice. “I’d say Lodi got more than it bargained for!” Opal, keeping close to Bolin’s side, shot him an amused look. “Nothing they won’t remember.” Korra, her eyes fixed ahead, caught sight of a rugged trail veering off from the main road and into the foothills. It was narrow, winding through a series of ridges that would hide them from view perfect cover to finally shake off any lingering pursuit. She signaled to the gang, guiding them onto the hidden path. The air cooled as they entered the shade of the canyon, and for a brief moment, the silence settled over them, interrupted only by the soft clinking of their gear and the steady rhythm of their horses’ hooves. But even in the quiet, Korra’s eyes remained sharp, her senses alert. As they neared a curve in the path, Asami pulled out a glass vial filled with a thick, smoky substance a last resort she’d prepared for just such an occasion. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed it behind them, where it shattered on the trail, releasing an acrid cloud that quickly filled the narrow pass, obscuring their tracks and making any continued pursuit nearly impossible. Only when they’d put several more miles between themselves and Lodi did Korra signal for the gang to ease into a steady trot. The sun was high overhead now, casting golden light over the dusty plains as they crested a ridge that overlooked the distant town. Korra took in the sight, feeling the tension finally begin to ebb from her shoulders. She turned in her saddle, her gaze moving over each member of her gang, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Everyone in one piece?” she asked, her voice light but edged with relief. Bolin, breathless but grinning, patted Pabu’s neck, nodding as he adjusted his grip on the bag of cash. “Didn’t even break a sweat, Boss.” Kai pulled down his bandana, his grin wide as he leaned back in his saddle. “Lodi won’t be forgetting us anytime soon. That’s for sure.” Asami, riding close beside Korra, gave her a small, knowing smile. “And we managed it without so much as a scratch,” she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of pride. Korra returned her smile, her own expression softening. She reached over, her hand brushing against Asami’s for just a moment, a brief but grounding touch that held more weight than words. “Couldn’t have done it without you,” she murmured, a quiet promise in her tone. With one last look at the horizon, Korra turned back to the open plains. “Alright, let’s move out.” --- The Red Lotus Gang had put several miles between themselves and Lodi, the dusty plains stretching out around them under the midday sun. The thrill of the heist was still fresh, but the gang kept a steady pace, Korra leading them down a more secluded route through open land that would keep them off the main roads. As they rounded a bend, a small figure caught Korra’s eye on the side of the trail. A young boy stood near a broken down wagon, waving his arms to get their attention. His clothes were threadbare, and he looked exhausted, as if he’d been standing there for hours. Korra raised a hand to slow the gang, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the scene. Beside the wagon stood a weary looking woman, holding a toddler on her hip while she leaned against the wheel, clearly worn from the heat and effort of trying to fix it herself. The wagon’s axel was cracked, and it was clear they weren’t going anywhere without help. Korra brought Naga to a stop, glancing over her shoulder at the gang. “Hold up,” she said, dismounting and giving Naga a gentle pat to keep her steady. She approached the family slowly, making sure her holster was visible but keeping her hands relaxed at her sides. The woman looked up, surprise flashing across her face as she took in the sight of Korra and the gang. Her eyes were wary, but she seemed too tired to argue. “Please, we don’t want any trouble,” she said, her voice soft but edged with desperation. “No trouble here,” Korra replied, her tone calm and reassuring. “Looks like you could use a hand.” The boy stepped forward, clutching a dusty hat in his small hands, his gaze fixed on Korra with a mix of hope and awe. “Are you… Are you from the Red Lotus Gang?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper, but his eyes were wide with something that wasn’t fear. Korra crouched down to his level, a gentle smile on her face. “I reckon we are,” she said, nodding. “But don’t worry. We don’t take from folks who don’t have much to give.” The woman let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders sagging. “Our wagon broke down hours ago,” she explained, shifting the child on her hip. “We’ve been trying to make our way to the next town. My husband passed last winter, and we were heading to my sister’s place. Didn’t realize the wagon would give out on us halfway.” Korra’s gaze softened, her heart clenching at the sight of the weary mother and her children. She knew all too well what it felt like to lose family, to have nothing but determination left to keep going. She straightened, looking back at her gang. “Bo,” she called, her tone firm. “Think you could help fix this axel?” Bolin grinned, sliding off Pabu with a nod. “You got it, Boss.” He pulled out a sturdy length of rope from his saddlebag, inspecting the broken axle before setting to work. Asami dismounted as well, joining him to offer a few tools from her own saddlebag. Korra turned to the woman, reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out a small stack of cash enough to help get them to the next town and then some. She handed it over with a gentle smile. “This’ll help you get what you need when you get there,” she said. “You make sure you and your family are safe, alright?” The woman’s eyes widened, her mouth opening in surprise as she accepted the money. “I… I don’t know how to thank you,” she stammered, her voice thick with emotion. “We’ve been struggling for so long. I didn’t know what we were going to do.” “No thanks needed,” Korra replied, her voice soft. “Just take care of yourself and these little ones.” The boy’s eyes shone as he looked up at Korra, his voice full of awe. “I thought the Red Lotus was just a story,” he murmured. “Ma always says outlaws are bad, but… but you’re not bad, are you?” Korra’s gaze softened, and she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Sometimes people tell stories about us that aren’t true,” she said gently. “We might be outlaws, but we’re not here to hurt folks like you. Just remember never let someone tell you you don’t deserve to be helped.” As Bolin finished rigging the axle and helped secure the wheel, he patted the boy’s shoulder with a grin. “All set!” he said, stepping back and dusting his hands off. “That’ll hold you till you get to town.” The woman’s face lit up with gratitude as she looked around at each of them. “Thank you,” she said, her voice choked with emotion. “Thank you all. We’ll never forget this.” Korra gave her a nod, tipping her hat. “You take care now. And get to that sister of yours safe.” The gang mounted up again, and as they rode off, Korra felt the warmth of Asami’s gaze on her. She glanced over, meeting Asami’s proud smile with a small shrug. “Couldn’t just leave them there,” Korra murmured. Asami’s smile deepened. “That’s exactly why I’m here,” she replied, her tone warm. She reached over, her fingers brushing Korra’s hand, a quiet show of her admiration and understanding. As they continued on, the Red Lotus Gang left the family behind, but Korra knew that their help would carry a message to those who needed it most: the Red Lotus might be outlaws, but they were outlaws with a purpose. --- The sky was turning a deep shade of amber as the Red Lotus Gang made camp in a secluded spot off the main trail. With the day’s work done, they could finally take a breather and revel in their success, the quiet stretch of desert around them offering peace they rarely found. Korra dismounted, unfastening her saddlebag and settling onto a flat rock in the center of their small circle. She pulled out the cash from their heist and began to split it into stacks, passing each share to the gang with a small nod of appreciation. “Good work today, everyone,” she said, her voice carrying warmth and pride. “We’re getting closer to making a real difference out here.” The gang gathered around her, a mix of tired grins and eager eyes as Korra handed each of them their cut. She passed Bolin’s share to him with a smirk. “Almost got yourself caught out there, big guy.” Bolin grinned, taking his share with a playful salute. “Close calls just keep things exciting, Boss.” He turned, offering his arm to Opal, who leaned in, a teasing smile on her lips as she looped her arm through his. Bolin took her hand, his gaze softening as he tilted her chin up. In the warm glow of the fading sun, he kissed her, the day’s tension slipping away as they shared a quiet moment just for themselves. Korra handed Kai his cut next, and he took it with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Here’s to adding to the legend,” he said with a smirk, twirling a coin between his fingers. Jinora, seated beside him, smiled, slipping her hand into his. Kai turned, his voice quieting as he reached up to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear, then leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, his smile softening as he looked at her. Korra finally turned to Asami, holding her portion out with a faint smile. “And for you, Miss Sato. Couldn’t have done it without your quick thinking back there.” Asami’s lips curved in amusement, her eyes meeting Korra’s with a hint of warmth. “Thank you, Boss,” she replied, her fingers lingering over Korra’s as she took her share. She tucked the bills away, slipping down onto a rock beside Korra as the rest of the gang chatted quietly around the camp. With the cash divvied up and the gang in good spirits, Korra watched her friends laugh and lean against one another, all of them sharing quiet conversation as they settled into the peaceful quiet of the desert evening. She took a slow breath, letting the moment settle around her like a comforting weight, then looked over at Asami. “You wanna take a walk with me, Darlin’?” Korra asked, her voice just above a whisper. Asami looked up, a smile tugging at her lips as she took Korra’s hand, letting her lead her away from the group to a quieter stretch of desert where they could talk. Once they were out of earshot, Korra stopped, her hand still resting in Asami’s as she took in her calm, steady presence. “You alright?” Korra asked softly, her thumb tracing gentle circles over the back of Asami’s hand. “Today got close there for a bit. Wanted to make sure you’re okay.” Asami’s gaze softened, her hand finding its way up to Korra’s cheek. “I’m more than alright, because I know you’ll always be there to catch me when I need it,” she murmured, her voice steady and full of quiet assurance. Korra’s smile softened, her eyes shining as she stepped closer, her free hand resting on Asami’s waist. “That’s what I’m here for, Darlin’,” she replied, her voice low, meant only for her. Asami closed the space between them, her fingers curling at the nape of Korra’s neck as she leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss that held all the unspoken promises between them. The kiss was slow, warm, and filled with the kind of understanding that needed no words. When they finally broke apart, Asami’s fingers traced along Korra’s jaw, her gaze holding steady. “Let’s get back before they start making bets on us,” she whispered, her smile playful. Korra chuckled, brushing her thumb over Asami’s cheek one last time. “Can’t say I’d blame them.” Hand in hand, they returned to the camp, slipping back into the circle where the rest of the gang had gathered around a small fire that Bolin had coaxed into life. The gang looked up, Opal grinning as she spotted them, her hand resting on Bolin’s knee as she shared a knowing look with Korra. Korra and Asami settled back in, Korra’s arm finding its place around Asami’s waist as they leaned against each other, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the easy comfort of the gang’s laughter. Opal leaned into Bolin’s side, her head resting against his shoulder as he pressed a soft kiss to her hair, their fingers laced together as they relaxed in each other’s warmth. Nearby, Kai had his arm slung around Jinora, who was watching the firelight with a quiet, thoughtful smile. Every so often, Kai would lean over, brushing a kiss against her cheek, his expression softening each time she returned his gaze. As the stars began to dot the sky above, the Red Lotus Gang shared this rare, quiet night together, each of them warmed by the knowledge that they were safe, they were together, and they were exactly where they needed to be. For tonight, the world beyond their circle could wait.
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Chapter 1: The Heist of Lodi Chapter Text The first light of dawn crept over the hills, casting long shadows down the dusty main street of the quiet town of Lodi. The Red Lotus Gang had come early, intending to get in and out before anyone knew what had hit them. Lodi was a small but well-off town, its wealth tied to a polished government bank that sat in the center of town, gleaming white against the dirt and wood of the surrounding buildings. Korra’s gang knew well that the bank’s wealth came from the state, funneled in from overworked farmers and ranchers in the surrounding lands. If anyone was going to relieve the government of a little money, it might as well be them. The sound of hooves cut through the morning silence as the Red Lotus Gang rode in, single file, each of them bearing a worn but distinct red lotus symbol stamped into their saddles a subtle mark of who they were and what they represented. The townsfolk, just beginning to wake, cast curious and wary glances toward the newcomers, perhaps catching sight of that crimson emblem and recognizing its meaning. The Red Lotus Gang’s reputation had traveled across the frontier, and though their name was often spoken with fear, there was also respect, especially among those who had been slighted by the wealthy or the powerful. Korra led the way, her tall white mare, Naga, stepping lightly over the dirt as though she owned the place. Dressed in her black leather duster and well worn boots, Korra carried an air of authority that made people stop and look twice. Her hand rested at her side, fingers brushing against the engraved pistol at her hip, a quiet reminder that she didn’t come without defenses. Beside her, Asami sat tall and composed on her sleek black stallion, Gasket. She kept her gaze focused, scanning every detail of the town with a calculating precision that matched her position as Korra’s right hand. Behind them came Bolin, wearing his usual easy grin as he rode his chestnut horse, Pabu, side by side with Opal, who rode a bay mare named Echo. Even though they looked relaxed, they were alert, their hands never far from their holsters. Kai and Jinora brought up the rear, Jinora riding quietly, her head tilted low to keep a watchful eye, while Kai rode beside her with a red bandana covering his face, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Each of them bore that crimson lotus symbol on their saddles, a silent, unmistakable signal of their allegiance. Korra scanned the town as they rode, meeting the wary gazes of the townsfolk with a nod here and there, careful not to invite any more attention than necessary. The Red Lotus Gang was known for hitting government targets, never common folk, and that was a reputation Korra intended to keep. They took from the rich, from those who wouldn’t miss it, and passed their share to the people who needed it most. She didn’t need anyone to know her reasons her gang understood, and that was enough. She pulled Naga to a stop just down the street from the bank, her eyes fixed on the building. It was a stark, whitewashed structure with reinforced iron doors and two sleepy looking guards posted out front, rifles slung over their shoulders. Korra took a long, assessing look, already planning the heist in her mind. She tilted her head toward Asami, who nodded in silent agreement, already preparing her part in the job. Korra turned back to the others, her voice low and calm. “Alright, here’s how it’ll go down. Asami, you take the east side and set up the charges to block off the street if things get tight. Bolin, you’re with her keep her covered and try not to get distracted.” Bolin chuckled, tipping his hat. “Me? Distracted? Not a chance.” Opal rolled her eyes, but there was a smirk at the corner of her mouth. “Says the guy who almost left his shotgun back in Red Mesa.” Bolin gave her a mock offended look but didn’t argue, just straightened his vest and looked over at Asami. “Looks like I’m with you, Asami.” Korra’s gaze shifted to Kai and Jinora. “You two are going in first. Jinora, keep an eye on the lobby and make sure no one raises a fuss. Kai, you’re on guard duty any movements from the bank guards, you signal me.” Kai nodded, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “So we just stroll in like regular folks, huh?” “Exactly,” Korra replied, her eyes sharpening. “No heroics. We’re here to take what we need, not to start a shootout.” She kept her voice low, but there was an edge to her tone that reminded each of them how serious this was. The Red Lotus Gang didn’t take unnecessary risks, and Korra held them to that code. They were all here by choice, and they knew the rules: keep the common folk safe, take from those who could afford to lose it, and never start a fight they couldn’t win. Korra looked back to Asami, her tone softening. “Once we’re inside, you’ll need to disable that alarm fast.” Asami’s lips curved into a faint smile, her gaze steady. “Consider it done. I’ll have us out before they even know what happened.” Korra dismounted Naga and looped her reins around a nearby post, giving her horse a quick pat on the neck. “Stay close,” she murmured, feeling a sense of calm settle over her as Naga nuzzled her hand in response. Naga was as much a partner as any of her gang members, and her presence was a steadying force in the midst of the tension building in Korra’s chest. As the others dismounted, they secured their horses in the shadows of the alley, each of their saddles marked with the small red lotus emblem that set them apart. The morning light caught the crimson of the symbol, gleaming for a brief moment before they moved to cover, their bodies falling naturally into place. Korra took one last look at her gang, feeling a rare surge of pride. They weren’t just a group of outlaws they were her family, her trusted crew. She could see the dedication in each of their faces, in the way they wore that crimson lotus as if it meant more than a reputation. It was a creed, a choice, a promise to one another. With Korra’s final nod, the Red Lotus Gang moved into action, each member slipping seamlessly into their assigned roles. Korra watched as Asami peeled away toward the east side of the bank, her dark figure blending into the morning shadows. Bolin followed her, his lighthearted grin replaced by a sharp focus as he positioned himself to keep watch over her shoulder. Asami moved like she belonged in the shadows, her steps silent as she approached the bank’s side wall. With quick, practiced motions, she pulled out her toolkit and pried open a small maintenance panel, assessing the heavy steel frame and the bolts around the bank’s side entrance. She was focused, sharp eyed, working with the precision she was known for. Behind her, Bolin scanned the street, his hand casually resting on his shotgun, his gaze sharp as he watched for any approaching trouble. Korra took a deep breath, anticipation settling over her like a second skin. This was the part of the job that required cool heads and steady hands the time before the break in, when any wrong move could tip off the town. She watched as Asami and Bolin finished setting up, then turned her attention to Kai and Jinora, who had already slipped inside, their roles set. Inside the bank lobby, Kai sauntered up to the counter, leaning one elbow against it with a grin that could charm a snake. “Morning, sir,” he greeted the teller, his voice friendly and casual. “Just stopping in to open an account for the missus here thought we’d try savin’ up a little.” The teller, an older man with thick glasses and a distracted expression, blinked up at them with a hint of confusion. “Savings account, you say?” he muttered, rifling through a stack of paperwork, too preoccupied to notice Jinora’s eyes darting around, taking in every detail of the lobby. Jinora’s gaze swept the room, cataloging the exits, the positioning of the guards, and the distance to the back hallway. Her calm, composed expression didn’t waver as she took in every detail, memorizing the layout. She subtly touched her hip in a practiced signal Korra had taught her three fingers held in sequence indicating the number of guards in the main lobby. Outside, Korra caught the signal, her mind immediately mapping out the next steps. She turned to Opal, who waited beside her, her stance steady. “Three guards up front, two more likely near the vault,” Korra murmured, her voice low. Opal nodded, her hand resting on the rifle slung across her back. “Got it. We’re ready when you are.” Korra adjusted her gloves, her gaze hard as steel as she moved toward the bank’s entrance with Opal at her side. As she stepped through the doors, the atmosphere in the room shifted. Korra’s presence demanded attention, her footsteps deliberate, her chin held high as she took in the guards’ startled expressions. She didn’t need to say a word; the unyielding look in her eyes was enough to tell them who she was and why she was here. The bank guards stiffened, their hands hovering near their holsters, uncertain whether to make a move. Korra let her hand rest lightly on the grip of her pistol, a quiet but unmistakable warning. Her voice was firm, her tone leaving no room for argument. “We’re here for what the government won’t miss,” she said calmly. “Stay still, and you’ll walk out of here without a scratch.” Asami entered from the side entrance, her sawed off shotgun held low but ready, with Bolin close behind, his fingers wrapped firmly around his weapon as he took his position near the center of the lobby. He glanced at the guards, giving them a polite nod, but there was a glint in his eyes that dared them to try anything. Asami’s voice was cool as she addressed the bank staff and patrons. “If everyone cooperates, this will be over quickly,” she said, her tone calm but leaving no room for doubt. Her gaze swept over the room, taking stock of the exits and anyone who might think twice about following orders. Meanwhile, Jinora moved quietly, guiding the few bank patrons over to the side with a gentle touch. “Stay down, ma’am,” she murmured to an elderly woman, her voice soft. “You’ll be alright.” The woman, trembling slightly, nodded, huddling closer to the ground as Jinora offered her a reassuring smile. The patrons and staff all followed suit, lowering themselves with nervous glances but staying quiet. Once everyone was in position, Korra turned to Bolin and Opal, giving them a nod. “You’re on the vault,” she said, her voice steady. “Get it open, and we’ll be out of here in five.” Bolin and Opal exchanged a nod, moving quickly but cautiously toward the back. They reached the vault door just as Asami joined them, her toolkit already in hand. The vault was secured with a multi tumbler lock system a standard mechanical setup, but sturdy. Fortunately, it was nothing Asami couldn’t handle. She knelt by the door, selecting a slim lockpick from her kit as she assessed the mechanism. She inserted the pick, feeling for each tumbler with practiced ease. Every click of the pins echoed in her ears, her focus absolute as she worked. After a moment, Bolin shifted his stance, keeping his shotgun at the ready as he listened for movement from the guards near the front. Opal kept her rifle close, her eyes never leaving the hallway that led back to the lobby. “How much longer?” she asked in a whisper, her voice tense. “Almost there,” Asami replied, her fingers moving quickly as she adjusted the final pin. There was a satisfying click, and the heavy steel door swung open, revealing rows of cash and safes within the dimly lit vault. Bolin let out a low whistle as he took in the sight. “Well, would you look at that,” he murmured with a grin. “They really do keep the good stuff hidden.” Opal chuckled, stepping forward to help him load the bags with cash. They worked quickly, taking only what they needed to make a statement without cleaning the vault out entirely. Each movement was efficient, coordinated a testament to the trust and skill they’d built as a team. Back in the lobby, Korra kept her gaze fixed on the bank guards, her expression hard. The guards, clearly unsure of their next move, kept their hands raised, glancing nervously at each other as Korra’s gaze swept over them, cool and commanding. Outside, Kai peered out through the door, keeping an eye on the street. “Heads up,” he murmured, catching Korra’s attention. “Looks like a couple of deputies are making their way down here.” Korra’s whistle cut through the air, and with a quick nod from Asami, the Red Lotus Gang moved as one, slipping out of the bank into the morning light. The air was thick with tension as they made their way down the steps and into the alley, where their horses waited. Just as the last of the gang exited the bank, Asami reached into her coat and pulled out a small detonator, her thumb hovering briefly over the button. “Ready?” she murmured, glancing toward Korra, who gave a sharp nod. Without hesitation, Asami pressed down, and the explosion rocked the bank, sending up a thick cloud of dust and smoke that billowed out onto the main street. The blast wasn’t meant to harm anyone; it was pure diversion a curtain of chaos meant to cover their escape. The gang moved fast, ducking through the alleyway and mounting their horses. Korra swung up onto Naga in a fluid motion, giving her mare a quick pat. “Let’s ride!” she called to her gang, urging Naga forward as they thundered out of the alley and onto the main road. As they cleared the smoke, the sharp sound of a deputy’s voice rang out. “There they are! Don’t let them get away!” Korra’s head snapped back to see a group of deputies emerging from the haze, rifles drawn, the morning sun glinting off the barrels. With a practiced hand, Korra raised her pistol and fired a single, precise shot that struck one of the deputies in the shoulder, making him stagger back with a shout as his gun clattered to the ground. “Stay back!” Korra shouted, her voice cutting through the street. “You don’t want a fight you can’t win!” The deputies hesitated, but one of the younger, more brash men decided to test his luck, firing a shot that sliced past Korra’s shoulder, close enough to feel the heat. Korra’s eyes narrowed, and without breaking stride, she aimed her pistol again. This time, her shot rang out clear and true, hitting the young deputy square in the arm, sending him to the ground as his weapon fell beside him. The remaining lawmen faltered, their initial bravado waning as they watched the gang pull away. “Come on!” Korra called to the gang, urging them forward as they barreled out of town, their horses pounding the earth as they left the smoke and shouts behind. The gang moved in tight formation, each rider expertly maneuvering their horse around obstacles as they sped down the dusty road. As they reached the edge of town, Asami drew up beside Korra, her breathing steady despite the tension. Korra caught her eye, concern flickering across her features. “You alright?” she asked, her voice just loud enough to be heard over the pounding of hooves. Asami gave a slight smile, a glint of determination in her eyes. “Nothing I can’t handle,” she replied, her tone steady and reassuring. She adjusted her grip on Gasket’s reins, her other hand resting on her sawed off shotgun, ready for anything. “Good,” Korra said, giving her a brief nod. “Just stay close.” The road opened up into the sprawling plains, the sun climbing higher, casting long shadows across the sand. Kai, riding just behind them, glanced back and let out a low laugh, the thrill of their escape clear in his voice. “I’d say Lodi got more than it bargained for!” Opal, keeping close to Bolin’s side, shot him an amused look. “Nothing they won’t remember.” Korra, her eyes fixed ahead, caught sight of a rugged trail veering off from the main road and into the foothills. It was narrow, winding through a series of ridges that would hide them from view perfect cover to finally shake off any lingering pursuit. She signaled to the gang, guiding them onto the hidden path. The air cooled as they entered the shade of the canyon, and for a brief moment, the silence settled over them, interrupted only by the soft clinking of their gear and the steady rhythm of their horses’ hooves. But even in the quiet, Korra’s eyes remained sharp, her senses alert. As they neared a curve in the path, Asami pulled out a glass vial filled with a thick, smoky substance a last resort she’d prepared for just such an occasion. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed it behind them, where it shattered on the trail, releasing an acrid cloud that quickly filled the narrow pass, obscuring their tracks and making any continued pursuit nearly impossible. Only when they’d put several more miles between themselves and Lodi did Korra signal for the gang to ease into a steady trot. The sun was high overhead now, casting golden light over the dusty plains as they crested a ridge that overlooked the distant town. Korra took in the sight, feeling the tension finally begin to ebb from her shoulders. She turned in her saddle, her gaze moving over each member of her gang, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Everyone in one piece?” she asked, her voice light but edged with relief. Bolin, breathless but grinning, patted Pabu’s neck, nodding as he adjusted his grip on the bag of cash. “Didn’t even break a sweat, Boss.” Kai pulled down his bandana, his grin wide as he leaned back in his saddle. “Lodi won’t be forgetting us anytime soon. That’s for sure.” Asami, riding close beside Korra, gave her a small, knowing smile. “And we managed it without so much as a scratch,” she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of pride. Korra returned her smile, her own expression softening. She reached over, her hand brushing against Asami’s for just a moment, a brief but grounding touch that held more weight than words. “Couldn’t have done it without you,” she murmured, a quiet promise in her tone. With one last look at the horizon, Korra turned back to the open plains. “Alright, let’s move out.” --- The Red Lotus Gang had put several miles between themselves and Lodi, the dusty plains stretching out around them under the midday sun. The thrill of the heist was still fresh, but the gang kept a steady pace, Korra leading them down a more secluded route through open land that would keep them off the main roads. As they rounded a bend, a small figure caught Korra’s eye on the side of the trail. A young boy stood near a broken down wagon, waving his arms to get their attention. His clothes were threadbare, and he looked exhausted, as if he’d been standing there for hours. Korra raised a hand to slow the gang, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the scene. Beside the wagon stood a weary looking woman, holding a toddler on her hip while she leaned against the wheel, clearly worn from the heat and effort of trying to fix it herself. The wagon’s axel was cracked, and it was clear they weren’t going anywhere without help. Korra brought Naga to a stop, glancing over her shoulder at the gang. “Hold up,” she said, dismounting and giving Naga a gentle pat to keep her steady. She approached the family slowly, making sure her holster was visible but keeping her hands relaxed at her sides. The woman looked up, surprise flashing across her face as she took in the sight of Korra and the gang. Her eyes were wary, but she seemed too tired to argue. “Please, we don’t want any trouble,” she said, her voice soft but edged with desperation. “No trouble here,” Korra replied, her tone calm and reassuring. “Looks like you could use a hand.” The boy stepped forward, clutching a dusty hat in his small hands, his gaze fixed on Korra with a mix of hope and awe. “Are you… Are you from the Red Lotus Gang?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper, but his eyes were wide with something that wasn’t fear. Korra crouched down to his level, a gentle smile on her face. “I reckon we are,” she said, nodding. “But don’t worry. We don’t take from folks who don’t have much to give.” The woman let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders sagging. “Our wagon broke down hours ago,” she explained, shifting the child on her hip. “We’ve been trying to make our way to the next town. My husband passed last winter, and we were heading to my sister’s place. Didn’t realize the wagon would give out on us halfway.” Korra’s gaze softened, her heart clenching at the sight of the weary mother and her children. She knew all too well what it felt like to lose family, to have nothing but determination left to keep going. She straightened, looking back at her gang. “Bo,” she called, her tone firm. “Think you could help fix this axel?” Bolin grinned, sliding off Pabu with a nod. “You got it, Boss.” He pulled out a sturdy length of rope from his saddlebag, inspecting the broken axle before setting to work. Asami dismounted as well, joining him to offer a few tools from her own saddlebag. Korra turned to the woman, reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out a small stack of cash enough to help get them to the next town and then some. She handed it over with a gentle smile. “This’ll help you get what you need when you get there,” she said. “You make sure you and your family are safe, alright?” The woman’s eyes widened, her mouth opening in surprise as she accepted the money. “I… I don’t know how to thank you,” she stammered, her voice thick with emotion. “We’ve been struggling for so long. I didn’t know what we were going to do.” “No thanks needed,” Korra replied, her voice soft. “Just take care of yourself and these little ones.” The boy’s eyes shone as he looked up at Korra, his voice full of awe. “I thought the Red Lotus was just a story,” he murmured. “Ma always says outlaws are bad, but… but you’re not bad, are you?” Korra’s gaze softened, and she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Sometimes people tell stories about us that aren’t true,” she said gently. “We might be outlaws, but we’re not here to hurt folks like you. Just remember never let someone tell you you don’t deserve to be helped.” As Bolin finished rigging the axle and helped secure the wheel, he patted the boy’s shoulder with a grin. “All set!” he said, stepping back and dusting his hands off. “That’ll hold you till you get to town.” The woman’s face lit up with gratitude as she looked around at each of them. “Thank you,” she said, her voice choked with emotion. “Thank you all. We’ll never forget this.” Korra gave her a nod, tipping her hat. “You take care now. And get to that sister of yours safe.” The gang mounted up again, and as they rode off, Korra felt the warmth of Asami’s gaze on her. She glanced over, meeting Asami’s proud smile with a small shrug. “Couldn’t just leave them there,” Korra murmured. Asami’s smile deepened. “That’s exactly why I’m here,” she replied, her tone warm. She reached over, her fingers brushing Korra’s hand, a quiet show of her admiration and understanding. As they continued on, the Red Lotus Gang left the family behind, but Korra knew that their help would carry a message to those who needed it most: the Red Lotus might be outlaws, but they were outlaws with a purpose. --- The sky was turning a deep shade of amber as the Red Lotus Gang made camp in a secluded spot off the main trail. With the day’s work done, they could finally take a breather and revel in their success, the quiet stretch of desert around them offering peace they rarely found. Korra dismounted, unfastening her saddlebag and settling onto a flat rock in the center of their small circle. She pulled out the cash from their heist and began to split it into stacks, passing each share to the gang with a small nod of appreciation. “Good work today, everyone,” she said, her voice carrying warmth and pride. “We’re getting closer to making a real difference out here.” The gang gathered around her, a mix of tired grins and eager eyes as Korra handed each of them their cut. She passed Bolin’s share to him with a smirk. “Almost got yourself caught out there, big guy.” Bolin grinned, taking his share with a playful salute. “Close calls just keep things exciting, Boss.” He turned, offering his arm to Opal, who leaned in, a teasing smile on her lips as she looped her arm through his. Bolin took her hand, his gaze softening as he tilted her chin up. In the warm glow of the fading sun, he kissed her, the day’s tension slipping away as they shared a quiet moment just for themselves. Korra handed Kai his cut next, and he took it with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Here’s to adding to the legend,” he said with a smirk, twirling a coin between his fingers. Jinora, seated beside him, smiled, slipping her hand into his. Kai turned, his voice quieting as he reached up to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear, then leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, his smile softening as he looked at her. Korra finally turned to Asami, holding her portion out with a faint smile. “And for you, Miss Sato. Couldn’t have done it without your quick thinking back there.” Asami’s lips curved in amusement, her eyes meeting Korra’s with a hint of warmth. “Thank you, Boss,” she replied, her fingers lingering over Korra’s as she took her share. She tucked the bills away, slipping down onto a rock beside Korra as the rest of the gang chatted quietly around the camp. With the cash divvied up and the gang in good spirits, Korra watched her friends laugh and lean against one another, all of them sharing quiet conversation as they settled into the peaceful quiet of the desert evening. She took a slow breath, letting the moment settle around her like a comforting weight, then looked over at Asami. “You wanna take a walk with me, Darlin’?” Korra asked, her voice just above a whisper. Asami looked up, a smile tugging at her lips as she took Korra’s hand, letting her lead her away from the group to a quieter stretch of desert where they could talk. Once they were out of earshot, Korra stopped, her hand still resting in Asami’s as she took in her calm, steady presence. “You alright?” Korra asked softly, her thumb tracing gentle circles over the back of Asami’s hand. “Today got close there for a bit. Wanted to make sure you’re okay.” Asami’s gaze softened, her hand finding its way up to Korra’s cheek. “I’m more than alright, because I know you’ll always be there to catch me when I need it,” she murmured, her voice steady and full of quiet assurance. Korra’s smile softened, her eyes shining as she stepped closer, her free hand resting on Asami’s waist. “That’s what I’m here for, Darlin’,” she replied, her voice low, meant only for her. Asami closed the space between them, her fingers curling at the nape of Korra’s neck as she leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss that held all the unspoken promises between them. The kiss was slow, warm, and filled with the kind of understanding that needed no words. When they finally broke apart, Asami’s fingers traced along Korra’s jaw, her gaze holding steady. “Let’s get back before they start making bets on us,” she whispered, her smile playful. Korra chuckled, brushing her thumb over Asami’s cheek one last time. “Can’t say I’d blame them.” Hand in hand, they returned to the camp, slipping back into the circle where the rest of the gang had gathered around a small fire that Bolin had coaxed into life. The gang looked up, Opal grinning as she spotted them, her hand resting on Bolin’s knee as she shared a knowing look with Korra. Korra and Asami settled back in, Korra’s arm finding its place around Asami’s waist as they leaned against each other, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the easy comfort of the gang’s laughter. Opal leaned into Bolin’s side, her head resting against his shoulder as he pressed a soft kiss to her hair, their fingers laced together as they relaxed in each other’s warmth. Nearby, Kai had his arm slung around Jinora, who was watching the firelight with a quiet, thoughtful smile. Every so often, Kai would lean over, brushing a kiss against her cheek, his expression softening each time she returned his gaze. As the stars began to dot the sky above, the Red Lotus Gang shared this rare, quiet night together, each of them warmed by the knowledge that they were safe, they were together, and they were exactly where they needed to be. For tonight, the world beyond their circle could wait.
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