[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/hS06bsh.png[/img]    [img]https://i.imgur.com/rCd1NjG.png[/img] [/center][right][b][code]East Aaraminta - Construction Site[/code][/b][/right][hr]

Tansy lifted her chin and smiled ever so slightly as Trisha told her to shut up, turning her head so the finger Trisha flipped at her was deflected by the high collar of her coat. She joined the others at Shane’s suggestion that they scope out the grounds, unhappy to be back out in the cold especially after how quickly Trisha had heated up the trailer. The snow crunched as they trudged through the construction site towards the side most likely to be hit by the Wiccans. Shane and Tuyen bounced ideas back and forth, determining that funneling the Wiccans into a narrow spot would be the best idea. 

[color=MediumOrchid]“Any place you think will work?”[/color] asked Tuyen directly to Tansy.

[color=Springgreen]“I’m afraid that I’m better at planning banquets than battlefields,”[/color] said Tansy with a shrug. 

It was unfortunate then that this side was going to be the extension for the parking lot. Barren and flat, there weren’t any locations for ambushes out here unless they constructed one themselves—and Tansy didn’t need any knowledge of construction to assume that would be highly difficult and timely. She sighed and turned, looking at the partially built rehab center. Blue plastic sheets had been tied to post and pinned to the ground to protect the construction from the winter weather. As the others planned, Tansy wordlessly slipped in past the curtain and disappeared from sight. 

Moments later, a tearing noise ripped through the quiet night as a boxcutter horizontally cut through the middle of the plastic tarp, the bottom half collapsing to the ground. Tansy slid the razor back into the boxcutter and slipped it into her cut pocket before she stepped under the curtain and folded her arms, nodding her head towards the inner guts of the under construction building. Beyond her was a maze of pipes and load-bearing beams, the unfinished walls allowing everyone to see through the entire floor of the building. At first glance it didn’t appear to fit the bill, yet Tansy was already smiling as if in success.

[color=Springgreen]“We could take some of the extra tarps in storage and those hanging around outside to create a narrow passage in here and limit line of sight. They won’t prevent anyone from breaking through them, but neither did the walls of our house so I feel like that point is moot,”[/color] said Tansy. [color=springgreen]“So unless anyone has a better idea, I say we start tearing down tarps and setting up our stage.  Then once the Wiccans arrive Shane will take the skull and funnel—”[/color]

Her eyes darted around the site and did a quick head count. Tansy’s expression shifted into one of dumbfounded realization as her mouth fell agape. Where was Georgie? How could they set a trap for the Wiccans if the one holding their bait wasn’t even here? She turned quickly to look over her shoulder, as if the little brat would somehow have already been inside of the construction site. She whipped her head back towards the other, her eyes widening and her face setting not into the look of concern that should be there but one of angry accusation. She stomped one foot down as she flailed her arms out towards the others.

[color=Springgreen]“Where is that little psychopath!?”[/color] barked Tansy, her control crumbling. [color=springgreen]“Did none of you idiots check if she was actually coming? [i]Areyouallthatfuckingstupid[/i]!?”[/color]

She turned and began to furiously pace, snatching her phone out of her pocket and making a call. The robotic voice of a lady asking for her to please leave a message could be momentarily heard alongside a ding of a bell before being cut short as Tansy’s phone shattered, spiked like a football onto the concrete flooring of the construction site. She inhaled deeply, looking at the dozen of pieces that made up her phone, and turned back to the others, the red on her cheeks now more from embarrassment than anger. The leather of her gloves could be heard groaning as she held her hand at her side in tight fists. She inhaled again and gave a sheepish smile.

[Color=springgreen]“Ezra’s not answering. Could one of you call Georgie and find out what’s happening?”[/color] asked Tansy, the calm in her voice as chilling as the night’s air. [Color=springgreen]“I would just…”[/color] Her fist tightened. [color=springgreen]“...[i]hate[/i] for something to have happened.”[/color]


[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/pBVhYT8.png?1[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/Aj0PAHt.png[/img][/center][right][b][code]Outside the Sunrise Resort[/code][/b][/right][hr]

Ezra stayed crouched with the others as Justin went forward to peak in through the window. He could feel his heartbeat slow and steady but knew if it wasn’t for his abstraction it would’ve been racing still from the hellhounds crashing by them. His eyebrows arched as Justin floated above the ground. The kid was young, but he had an impressive skill set. Ezra just hoped that didn’t lead to their supernatural expert being too overconfident. Justin had been the one to suggest that they just raid the place. With their leader gone maybe he’d get the stupid idea to just start blasting. 

Ezra untensioned as Justin returned. [color=red]"Morgana is heading towards the manor... does anyone have any idea if Sabrina and Georgie are out of there yet?"[/color]

[color=darkgray]“Georgie was shaken by today’s events but she’s smart, and Sabrina knows what she’s doing. I’m sure they’re with Tuyen’s group by now,”[/color] said Ezra, wishing to believe his siblings could band together when things matter. Yet that sentiment didn’t stop him from pulling his phone out and turning his back to the resort to block the light from the screen. [color=darkgray]“I’ll let the others know to get ready. Once Morgana doesn’t find the skull there she’ll probably hunt them down.”[/color]

A text warning Georgie, Sabrina, and Tuyen’s group that Morgana was headed to the manor was quickly composed and sent. Ezra quietly put his phone back in his pocket, the dim screen of the silenced phone lighting up the moment it slipped into the fabric. He wasn’t going to dress up in this ridiculous hunting outfit only to make some dumb mistake like having his ringtone go off while sneaking into the lair of their enemy. He assumed the others were also smart enough to have silenced their devices. 

[color=darkgray]“I warned them, just in case,”[/color] said Ezra, looking up at the others. [color=darkgray]“With Morgana gone this is our best time to find their healer, assuming she’s in there, but if the rest of them are in there I doubt they’d be willing to hear us out. We need to find  a way to isolate her. Anyone got a way we can get her attention or secretly send her a message to meet us out back?”[/color]