The sudden banging on their attic-apartment’s trap door entrance was the second shock the brothers received in as many minutes that morning. They barely had time to shift instinctively to the guard position before a voice began shouting, “It’s Korra! Open up! Hurry!” When Mako unlocked and opened the door, he was greeted not by a face but by the newspaper she was waving over her head. “Have you seen the paper this morning?” They nodded. That had been the first shock.
