[center][h3][b][color=turquoise]Genevieve Marceaux - Warehouse[/color][/b][/h3][/center]
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The scene within the warehouse was chaotic, and it was only getting worse by the minute. Genevieve thought about leaving them all behind, making a quick escape through some back door and getting as far away as possible. But that was only an impulsive thought, one that she wouldn't care to carry out at the moment. She trusted Judah and the rest, and in some odd, newfound way, she hoped they trusted her as well. Maybe it was gullible of Genevieve to think as such, but either way, she would find out where she stood real soon.

Genevieve kept the weapon she'd acquired off of the thug at the ready. She wasn't necessarily aiming at the angel, but she was ready to react if the situation turned from bad to worse. Slowly taking some steps towards Judah, Genevieve couldn't help but wonder whether she'd been in such a tense situation before. It was for that very same reason that she waited to take action, not wanting to further aggravate the issue. 

[I]What the hell are we supposed to do now?[/i]