[color=603F6E][center][h1][b]Agatha Loom[/b][/h1][/center][/color]

[quote=Claudette]"Good point, good point, Mademoiselle.... however, maybe we just need a stronger push in the right direction. A few members of the Coven are... dealing with curses. Perhaps we should help them, I'm certain many would be willing to lend a hand... given how Kayla was able to sway them to fight vampires."[/quote]

[color=AE45FF]"Maybe... We might earn more respect if we actually offer an ear to members, actually try to see through and help them with their problems. You make a good point, Claudette."[/color]

Claudette extended a hand, smiling "Come on, let's try it."

Agatha managed a smile of her own, then took the frenchwoman's grasp gently. 

Then before they were able to return to the room, Agatha heard a loud smashing of glass. For a split second she thought the Coven lacked the responsibility to act like functional adults for [i]a literal fucking minute[/i] in her absence. Then she heard a loud hissing sound-- Okay, what the hell did they do now?!

Agatha ran back around the corner and saw gas rapidly flooding the room, with the rest of the Coven scrambling away from it lest it choked them into a coma.

"FBI! FBI! FBI! F-B-I!" She heard someone shout, before three figures entered the building, clad in body armor, flashing badges, and wielding guns. 

Oh [b][i]FUCK.[/i][/b] The Feds were onto them! Why the fuck were they there, how the fuck did they find them?? Did Kayla cause too much trouble in her shakedown of the vampires, Agatha didn't even fucking ask her how it went even [i]once[/i] and now the police tracked themd down! Why the hell didn't she think to tell her "No, you [i]can't[/i] turn the entire Coven into your own personal legbreakers and go beat up a bunch of people, now her ass was going to get arrested, and even if she didn't get tased to death her Grandpa was going to [i]murder[/i] her, and-- and--

Agatha's heartrate went from mildly agitated to [i]fucking exploding[/i]. Her instincts immediately told her to run out the back door, but she reacted exactly like a deer-in-the-headlights where she wanted to run, but was too paralyzed with terror not to. Combined with the gas flooding into the room, Agatha's breathing started to sound like a deflating squeaky toy as she began to cough and sputter on the rancid smoke as well. Soon enough her legs buckled under her, and she fell to the ground before quickly passing out. She lay sprawled out, having desperately tried to crawl off before losing consciousness and collapsing on the floor of the now-exposed hideout, just a smidge around the corner, making her fallen body a total non-issue during the raid.