[center][sub][h3]Kayla[/h3][/sub][/center][hr]

It was shit.

It was all shit. 

[i]Apparently,[/i] the Coven had been raided by the FBI. Apparently, they had somehow managed to fight them off and not all be killed by Tampa PD in the process by some absolute fluke or miracle. Perhaps her forest fire was drawing city assets away and that was some sort of saving grace. Perhaps The Hound had decided that she had performed well enough tonight that it had spared the group. She didn't know, or care. She groaned, and rubbed her face as she heard the news.

"You WHAT."

Fighting the FBI was hands down the worst thing they could've done. The FBI would just return in greater, overwhelming force because that's how the feds did it. They didn't lose, not to some group of shitkids who can shart thunder. They had setbacks at most. This was all exacerbated by Emily Agatha up and leaving. That was the smart thing to do. To run, hide, and hope that all of this blew over before anything truly horrible happened. "Okay, anyone that actually [i]fought[/i] the FBI might want to find a relative or leave and country and lay low for a while. Nice handcuff bruises, Emily." Kayla remarked. She'd been arrested before. She'd recognize those marks any day, and her suspicion that she hadn't fought well was shortly thereafter backed up by Maya. She massaged the bridge of her nose, god this evening had been taxing. 

"I'm the only one here who has [i]actually[/i] had run ins with the law. I need to know [i]exactly[/i] what happened."

Kayla hated this. She knew that everyone here was fucked if they [i]actually[/i] had interaction with the government in any negative way. Every instinct told her to run, to book it and get the fuck out of town before shit went further south... but these people had helped her, and obviously planned on looking out for her. Madison was a wreck over Molly, and as far as Kayla knew they weren't event that close. Ride or dies were hard to come by like that. Perhaps it would be worth the risk.

"I'm stepping up." Kayla announced. She wasn't one of the founding members, but she held sway and she knew it. Jess, Molly*, and Madison had seen her power, and they all had experienced her leadership in some way, shape, or form. Even Emily seemed to have begrudging respect for her given that she hadn't tossed any comments her way as of late. "We've all had a long night. Given the circumstances of our previous leader walking, we need someone who can keep us out of federal prison right now. Skip the pleasantries. Does anyone have any objections?"

These people were going to be the death of her. But she almost died for Madison tonight. Fuck it, maybe more people would make it more fun.