"I've been expecting you, kinswoman," he said, his voice calm and rich.
"I'm no kinswoman of yours, Nanutak," Korra replied shortly. "Save your charm for people who have time for it."
"You're a descendant of Chief Arnook, are you not?" Nanutak observed, unperturbed. "So am I."
"What you are is under arrest," said Imanishi, brusquely ignoring the Triad leader's efforts to needle the Avatar.
If the prospect bothered Nanutak at all, he showed no sign of it; he merely took an elaborate pocket watch from his fur-trimmed waistcoat, opened it, and considered its face for a moment, then closed the case and returned it to its pocket with a bland smile.
"I think not, Inspector," he said.
"Sir!" cried one of the uniformed officers out in the main room. "Trouble!"
"On the plus side," said Nanutak pleasantly as he uncorked the waterskin he wore at his waist, "this does confirm your theory about cooperation between my organization and the Agni Kai," and then the firebenders burst into the warehouse through every window and skylight, the Red Monsoon leader overturned his desk, and generally all hell broke loose.
"Sometimes I hate it when I'm right," Korra grumbled to Emily as she and the reporter dove for cover together.