<div class="floatleft">(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/090316/22/49bf2e61a3976.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Sergeant Jiwe Nchi</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Location:</strong> Outside, Responding to a disturbance<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rune, Lt Akemi<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>The city was alive, even more often than normal. As he walked throughout the city, his mind ran over the city schedule wondering if there was something special going on tonight. He racked his brains for several moments but his Lt hadn't called any special meetings today so he figured he was in the clear. If there was one weakness of Jiwe as an officer, if he was honest with himself he had more than one but, he was forgetful. After a few more moments, it struck him. Pro bending match. Sgt Nchi considered himself a fan, but not to the degree that he had a favorite team or anything. He could appreciate how pro benders took their respective styles and modified it for the arena. While in Ba Sing Sae, his mentor encouraged him to get a basic understanding of how the other bending styles worked traditionally but, when he arrived in Republic City, he got a new appreciation for bending.<br/><br/>All the thoughts of bending made Jiwe feel like he should take a trip to the arena to see if security preparations had begun yet. Suddenly, Sgt Nchi heard an explosion and felt a rumble. Adrenaline pumped through his blood as his body prepared to shift into action as his eyes focused on the first few billows of smoke. The first few seconds after a second of perceived danger were the most important as far as assessing situations went. He was already running in the direction of the explosion when he heard the order over the loud speaker. His head tilted back as his dark orbs located the zeppelin. Moments later, he was one of a few officers hitching a ride via metal wires that attached to designated areas on the machine.<br/><br/>On the streets below, the first thing he noticed was people scattering in all directions. He detached from the zeppelin and landed on the roof of a building that wasn't on fire. A few more officers landed beside him then looked to him for instruction. It seemed as if Lt Akemi hadn't shown up yet and he was the ranking officer. "Spread out." His voice rumbled as he made his way to the edge of the building. "Set up a preliminary perimeter of five blocks and don't let anyone out. I'm guessing triads but we can never be sure." He pointed at a few of the officers and directed them into different directions. As soon as they left, he was joined by a few more officers, "You all go directly to the source but be careful. We don't need anyone hurt, civilian or otherwise." Sgt Jiwe pushed a small button on his wrist that radioed back to headquarters, "HQ. This is Sgt Nchi. There is a disturbance in Section 47. Setting up a preliminary perimeter, requesting immediate back up, over." The dispatcher repeated his request and ensured him that back up was on the way. In the mean time, he surveyed the area watching for someone who might be running a little too confidently and not in a state of pandemonium because it sometimes served as a tool to tell who was involved versus who was a bystander. Silently, he hoped someone hiring up than him would arrive soon so that he could relinquish responsibility.