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Maya let out a wheezing breath, looking up and cracking one eye open in time to see the four FBI agents knocked backwards out of the door. Hell yeah, take that. She forced herself back up onto her knees, rather than prone on the floor, even as every breath felt as if she was inhaling fire. She muttered something incoherent to even herself (she couldn’t exactly hear it) and pulled off her sunglasses to throw them on the floor. What was the point in covering up her red, tear stained eyes and black bags under them when she could barely see anyway. 

She squinted her eyes at the FBI agents that were now going all out, guns blazing (though it didn’t seem to be actual bullets). She’d have felt remorse if she wasn’t completely pissed at how quickly they’d recovered from her blast as she continued to choke on tear gas. She craned her neck as the largest of the agents literally took off. Because of course, these agents had powers too. 

Then he was above her, just hovering there with folded arms and his lips moving to say something that Maya couldn’t hear over the ringing. But she assumed it was something condescending by his stance and the way he was [i]literally[/i] looking down on her. So she pushed herself so she was sitting straight, head craned up to look at him with the closest to a glare as she could muster under circumstances, and slowly raised her right hand to give him the middle finger.

Out of nowhere a dart flew past and hit the agent's leg, Maya's gaze moving to spot Lyss holding one of the FBI's guns. She smirked slightly, returning her attention to the one above her and pushing out her already raised hand to send a blast of focused sound at the FBI agent above her. It’s knockback pushed her out of her sitting position and back towards the ground, even as she shot another focused sound blast at him for good measure.