[center][h1]Bianca Manalo[/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/H0PZlqQ.png[/img][/center]
 [right][code]Veni Vedi Veni Parking Lot[/code][/right][hr]

Bianca had gotten far enough away to not worry about being stopped, intent on ignoring everyone, when more shouting and smashing had her halting her very quick movement away. She turned on her heel, jaw almost dropping at the sight of... Alizée's phantom hands trying to choke Stormy before throwing him to the ground. She moved onto her next target just as quickly. 

Shit. Bianca had turned away for a minute and she was right back to trying to destroy an entire carpark full of people! She'd assumed she'd stop now that more sensible coven members (Britney) had appeared! Any former coven good will she'd had, stopping her from calling it in, was gone. She pulled out her phone and took a quick picture - making sure the massive crater was visible. 

[code]To Agent Phillips: [image attached]
Paranormal attacking others at Veni Vedi Veni, threat level 2[/code]

Then in contrast to her formal and to the point first text, she sent another one.

[code]To Agent Phillips: shit going down and I ain't equipped to handle it [/code]

Civilian clothes and a support abstraction meant she was really screwed right now. She really, really shouldn't have left her taser at work. Silly her, thinking it would be fine and following the rules! A few shocks would help put this to an end. Even Alizee wasn't immune to tasering. Ugh, just think of all the paperwork she was going to have to fill in! It was her day off! Maybe she could pawn it off on Trev- no. She didn't want her search history looked at. 

Bianca didn't want to, and it would look really weird, but she should go back and try to mediate the situation. Play it off cool with some kind of excuse unrelated to her being an "FBI" agent trying to avoid getting involved with the coven again for work reasons. 

Hand in her pocket, holding her knife, she started hauling ass right back there. Her thoughts were racing with an excuse- 

The grating, incredibly loud revving of motorbikes interrupted any good ideas she'd had. With the sound came the appearance of a group of motorcycles rolling up.

Shit.