———— - Yeah, woulda been unfortunate… Not like she has reason to believe an heiress over an h o n e s t cop like myself, but she would put me on the shit list for the rest of my days.
[ At the mention of the Equalists, Mako’s gut felt the pang of an oh so forgotten sullen emotion; funny, he didn’t think he’d ever have to think of that damned cult ever a g a i n . Or the raving mad man that tried to take his bending. An internal shutter coursed from the tip-top of his vertebrae down to his spine.
He swallowed and reminisced, putting on an outward facade of all the
negativefucks he could possibly deliver to the thought of Republic Cities t a i n t e d past.Ahem. ]
Look, kid… About your dad and everything… I never apologized for that and, uh, you’re too good for that- he really did ya dirty.
But, on another note I don’t have the identity of the said officer at hand. I’m sure if you give me some time I’ll be able to find out easy…

“Considering it is my company that supplies the Republic City Police Department with their vehicles, I’d be inclined to think Chief Beifong trusts me, but that’s neither here nor there at the moment. As long as you do your job as I’ve asked— you’ve nothing to worry about.”
Asami is intuitive enough to notice Mako’s silence at the mention of the Equalists; she is, however, smart enough not to comment on it. She’s not a bender, but even she had been rattled by the man’s quest for a R E V O L U T I O N. It only fuels the anger towards her father, and towards herself for having been blind to his involvement for so long. She gives an unladylike snort at his apology— not because it isn’t appreciated, but because it doesn’t change anything.
Her father is still in prison. Her mother is still dead.
“What’s done is done, Mako. All I can do is clean up the mess he made and hope hi— my company doesn’t suffer too much from his tarnished reputation. But, enough of that. As I said, I’d like the name of who was assigned to the case, so if you could find that out, I’d be grateful.”