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Lyss's smile soon faded as Riley started spitting fire towards Emily. She released some air through her nose and tried her best not to listen. [i]What's worse? Going to piss off the Hound, or sitting here with these bombs?[/i] She busied herself with examining her nails as she listened to Riley. She'd filed them down a bit after the field trip to Greenwood yesterday and she had to admit that she'd done a pretty good job. She just needed some moisturizer on her cuticles, and they'd look damn near perfect.

She saw Maya turn towards her in her peripherals and set her hand back down on the table. Lyss nodded in agreement as she looked at Maya. [color=D3D3D3]"I definitely didn't join this group expecting to be the Avengers or anything. Honestly, I was just hoping to lay low and learn some spells."[/color] She shrugged. Her attention was turned towards Emily as the witch turned her attention onto the rest of the group. She stared at her with a blank expression. In Lyss's opinion, Riley and Emily were equal in terms of dependability. It just happened that Emily had an almost all powerful entity in her meatsuit.

The canister fell directly onto the table across from Lyss, and her eyes immediately widened. [color=D3D3D3]"Everyone, get down! Cover your faces!"[/color] She ducked beneath the table without another word and pulled her tank up over her mouth and nose. She didn't know who had sent in the gas bombs, but she sure as hell didn't want to inhale any of the shit coming out of them. She began to crawl towards the closest exit, but soon the smoke covered her view. Unfortunately, the thin tank wasn't helpful at all. Lyss did her best to hold her breath, but as soon as the gas touched her eyes she gasped in pain. The smoke flew into her lungs and began it's attack.

Lyss wheezed, her eyes tearing up immediately. She could feel the waterworks running down her cheeks and she stopped crawling as she tried to catch her breath. [i]Air. I need fresh air.[/i] She grimaced. [i]Fuck! Where's the exit?[/i] She closed her eyes tightly, giving them a moment to rest before one eye peeled open and searched through the gas for any sign of a door.

[b]"FBI!"[/b]

[color=D3D3D3]"Oh-"[/color] COUGH. [color=D3D3D3]"HELL NO."[/color] Lyss hissed. She crawled faster, but her line of sight was interrupted by black combat boots. [color=D3D3D3][i]"Shit!"[/i][/color] She looked up to see a black gas mask looking down at her and she growled.

Her lungs were on [i]fire[/i]. To the point where she couldn't move any further. She gave up on her escape and doubled over. Her hand reached up to hold her throat as she kept trying to cough the gas out. The gas was fading, fortunately, but with every breath she took in more of it. [color=D3D3D3][sup]"What fucking right-"[/sup]"[/color] She muttered between her heavy breaths.

Her blurry eyes immediately turned towards the big guy with the badge. The one that just told them to give up or suffer longer. They were icy cold, despite the fact that they were squinting to stay open. For a moment she was glad that she had the best waterproof mascara. Her lipstick, on the other hand, she wasn't too confident in.

[color=D3D3D3]"You've got us surrounded,"[/color] she breathed. [color=D3D3D3]"What more do you-"[/color] COUGH. COUGH. [color=D3D3D3]"-fucking want?"[/color]