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Sloane rubbed her wrists as the cuffs came off. If Sloane was happy that Auri was still alive she didn’t show it, busy washing her eyes with the water the feds supplied her. The question if they were just FBi was made a stupid one as the agents casually began to display their abstractions. Her face flushed red with irritation that wasn’t only the tear gas as she controlled her breathing and counted back from ten, smart enough to know that opening up her mouth to chastise Meifeng and her field operatives was a good way to get cuffed again and join Everleigh in their truck. Perhaps Lila would be thrown in their too, given how she foolishly kept trying to point out the obvious abuse of authority to the abusive figure of authority. Oh, surely they’d realize the error of their ways and behave more professionally next time! Sloane mouthed a silent [i]stop[/i] at Lila before she was disappeared. 

Sloane stood up slowly, the toxin from the tear gas still lingering on her clothes making her cough. Her jacket was essentially a biohazard. She wasn’t going to get near it. Her mouth settled into a thin line, her eyes rolling at Lynn’s suggestion that the Coven and the cops help one another out. If Father Wolf didn’t kill them by the time she’d place the call then the carpet bombing these cowboys responded with certainly would. Sloane let out another cough, this time intentional, as Linqian pulled out an unlit cigarette. It was a cough that turned into a sigh as Linqian brought up voting again, the sigh becoming a groan as Linqian punctuated her point with the stupidest thing Sloane had ever heard: [color=CD5C5C]”You haven’t even lost anyone, so fucking back off.”[/color]

Had Linqian inhaled too much gas? Did she hit her head? Did she think everyone else was here because they liked seeing each other? Even if she didn’t know about Lynn’s unfortunate circumstances, literally five of their peers had been murdered last night. Sloane shook her head. Linqian was officially the worst person Sloane had ever—[color=F08080]“I am glad Father Wolf took Jinhai from you, you deserve as much.”[/color]—Lynn was the worst person Sloane had ever met. Really, did neither of these self-centered, primadonna assholes consider that perhaps other people were upset about the death of Jinhai? When did trauma become a competition? Sloane folded her arms across her chest, a hint of disappointment on her face as she swallowed the feeling of embarrassment that these girls were her peers as Lynn and Linqian went at it. 

Sloane was so annoyed by their entire kerfuffle that she couldn’t even enjoy how Lynn had failed to see herself getting bitchslapped. They were just acting like directionless and angry children, taking out their frustration on whatever they could swing at. Meifeng made a great point: how in the hell did they manage to stop the Stygian Snake? Sloane glanced over at Auri as she was being treated, focusing on the empty spaces on either side of her. She squeezed her fingers into her palms, gritted her teeth, and shook her head.  [i]You want something done right?[/i] She released her fists. Anya had proven that timing was important, and now wasn’t it. 

[color=silver]“I’m sorry about that. We’ve all had an emotional couple of weeks,”[/color] said Sloane to Meifeng dryly as she slowly approached the woman. She lowered her voice in an attempt for some kind of privacy. [color=silver]“My name is Sloane Faris, although I assume you already know who all of us are. Before he was murdered, Agent Mahendra had come to us to offer assistance on the Father Wolf case even though he didn’t have to. He seemed like a good agent. I’m sorry for your loss.”[/color]

What had Anya called this? Tact? It left a bad taste in Sloane’s mouth. Kali had been an unstable idiot with an inflated sense of importance that had destabilized the first meeting and kicked off a chain reaction that ultimately resulted in Sloane’s jacket getting ruined. She didn’t want him dead, but actions had consequences and flashing a badge in a room full of suspects and immediately losing the whole “secret” aspect of being a secret agent had turned out to be a great way to get killed. If Meifeng had been the one responsible for hiring him then she was just unqualified as Kali to be protecting St. Portwell. Sloane wasn’t looking to cooperate with the agents. She was just looking to keep a foot in the door for access to their information considering all she had was the name of two dead people from Auri. 

[color=silver]“I’d told him I would reach out if we learned anything,”[/color] said Sloane, carefully and obviously pulling out her phone in case one of the agents got jumpy and decided that guns looked like phones now. [color=silver]“Could I have some kind of contact information?”[/color]