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After a bit of time recovering from the pure shock of being thrown out of an FBI van, Maya and Lyss managed to figure out how to get out of the sticky handcuff situation. Really, it was more Lyss - who had said she could unlock the cuffs with a bobby pin after Maya had started spouting off nonsensical ideas to help the situation. 

But Maya had provided the bobby pin, even if it was a bit awkward as Lyss used her teeth to pull it out of Maya’s hair and drop it into her hand. She held back a wince at the tugging of her hair - it was nothing compared to the rest of the day. And anything to get out of these handcuffs. 

She let out a sigh of relief when the handcuffs were finally removed, moving her hands to infront of her to rub her wrists with a hiss. She turned her head to look at Lyss. “I never, ever want to meet that bitch again.” 

Immediately after speaking she pushed herself up onto her knees, then her feet with a wince. She was going to be fucking sore tomorrow. [i]Totally worth it to send those Agents flying.[/i] After taking a moment to get adjusted to having free hands and being on her feet again she stumbled back towards the casino, in time to hear talking and then a bunch of shouting.

“We can explain what the FBI wanted.”

Maya stood in the door with a semi-dramatic pose even though she looked like an absolute mess. Her face was red from those fucking slaps, which still hurt like hell, and her eyes were puffed and red from the tear gas. Her hair was incredibly disheveled and she was now soaked through thanks to the fact that it had started raining because, of course. Not to mention the sticky note in the middle of her forehead - a little wet now, but still readable. 

“They had a few conditions for not throwing all of us in jail.”

She walked over to the table with a confident smile, even as it was more of a limp than anything. Act as if she hadn't just been put through one of the worst lectures in her life with the threat of death and past memories hanging over her. She was [i]totally[/i] fine and definitely wasn't feeling all the realness of the situation rush to her now that her anger had subsided. But she ignored this, and instead removed the sticky note from her forehead and slapped it down on the table. “First off me, Lyss and Riley are on probation… there’s contact info on that note I think. Second… Well I don’t really remember, Lyss can explain it.” 

She then heavily leaned against the table, turning to face Emily and all her (not entirely unfounded) rage towards Agatha as if she’d just noticed her. 

"Hey Emily, how's your ass? And that’s a nice pair of handcuffs you got there. Why don’t you shut the fuck up and stop pretending you didn’t try to run away as soon as shit hit the fan? As if you’re not a self serving bitch who’d rather run than help the rest of us?" 

She turned her gaze to Agatha. “Not that she’s entirely wrong. What were you doing during this entire thing? What’s the point in having a leader who’s just going to freak out as soon as it gets dangerous? I’m not saying we’re going to look for it,” though they totally would, “but if we’re on the feds radar… that means we’re on other people’s too.”

She paused as she pulled herself up to sit on the table, since she couldn’t see any chairs nearby and fuck her legs were beginning to hurt. She thought about her words for a moment - how to explain things in a way that didn’t make it seem that they hadn’t been backed up against a wall and only saved by that cute agent stepping in to ask their superior to let it all slide. 

“That’s why I think it’s about time we pick a new leader. My vote’s for Lyss who, like I said, can explain all the conditions of the deal [i]she[/i] got to stop the feds from wiping us off the map.”