Angelina was trying to surprise her own smile as she watched Seth take in the destruction. Heaven help her, she had no idea how she’d get this all repaired, yet alone how she’d pay for it. The Club hadn’t been rolling in money for a while now and since summer was coming many of the locals were vacant and off to their vacation homes instead of here. She’d have to pull from her emergency fund and that was already going to be low thanks to needing to replace her totaled Toyota. ”I’m beginning to think I have some sort of tracking device…” It was stated jokingly but it was obvious the petite brunette was defiantly beginning to wonder if someone upstairs had it out for her.
Hazel gaze took in the damage around her, feeling the ache in her heart as she saw the shattered window again and the bullet holes rippling through the door that use to be the entrance. There were a vast amount of shell casings around, most of them federal though there was a trifle amount of shells not belonging to the government officials, those had come from Kip and his monster of a gun. The fact the kid had been able to hold it still and fire when he’d been shot, showed just how loose the screws in the boy’s head had gotten. Seth’s comment about a dragon brought her back to the present as she shook her head, "As I told the one agent before he passed out, no such things as monsters here, and I haven't seen a dragon in ages anyways." It’d been years since anything more than a vampire or werewolf had shown up, though there had been rumor of a dragon a year or two back nearly eating Zeth’s wife and photo model, but it’d turned out as nothing more than rumor from what she could tell.
Looking at her own phone while Seth moved around, Angelina prayed to get a text back from Nancy that showed the guys had made it back to the Complex with Tori, but so far she’d received nothing. Listening to Seth as he barked into his phone, Angelina moved around kicking debris away from the entrance though stopping when she realized they might of needed to keep things as is for photographing the scene. At the moment she was still reeling from the massive amount of damage done and defiantly thankful that Kip had managed to get the probably hot vehicle out of sight before anyone else had shown up.
”Sorry for all the ruckus Seth, I swear I’m not trying to make you earn your pay.” Comment stated before she answered his question about anyone being hurt,”I was the only one in the Club when the shooting started, thank goodness. Best I can tell they were simply shooting at a single guy, never heard anyone identify themselves.” A frown given as she pointed up to the window of her apartment, ”Shot at me when I hollered at them to cool it.” It’d been her yelling that had drawn Kips attention and nearly gotten the idiot killed. ”The guy got hit, I think, headed south. Didn’t go to the Complex though, I’d have heard if that’d happened.” She didn’t admit the person involved in the shooting was someone she knew, in fact she was trying her best to assume it was someone she didn’t know, though sadly she did and boy was that kid in for it when she got a hold of him, if Tori didn’t wring his neck first.
”I can’t have this happen at my house, I have Desiree to worry about.” She knew that the Crew would behave, but if the federal agents had so willingly opened fire on the Club, would they think twice of a two story house full of people? The horror was evident as she turned to the slightly younger man. ”I’d offer you a drink, but as your on the clock, can I get you some water?” She figured he’d want to stick around till he heard back from the agents handler or headquarters or whatever it was that had sent them. ”I guess I’ll be boarding up for a few days, at least till I can get hands out here to fix things up.” A sigh emitted, that’d be another cut her pocket for sure. Just what she needed?
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Angelina Uris
An Angel In Waiting
Club Alien Owner
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Waiting on an angel.
One to carry me home.
Hope you come to see me soon,
cause I don't want to go alone,
I don't want to go alone.
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