Battle In The Manner...

Age 1991

Irene frowned as she stared at the side of the manner, as it exploded in a massive ball of flames. 

"Oh boy..." Max muttered. He let out a sigh shaking his head. "I guess we're doing this..."

"We should split up!" Reine announced. "I'll go with North-" She once again face planted in the snow as Irene sidestepped the girl.

"Splitting ups a terrible idea..." Bolin muttered shyly.

"Bolins right." Max stopped for a moment letting out a heavy sigh as he realized he just agreed with the boy. "...I mean... Screw it. Let's just go."

"How do we-" Schutz began but was stopped when a massive ball of magma and death, flew past him smashing into the gates and melting it down. "...Stupid op ability..."

Meanwhile...

Okane ran down the halls followed closely by the two Organization members.

They ran as fast as they could heading for the lab.

"Who could be attacking you?" Mr. Snow asked curiously.