An explosion, presumably a distraction from the planned break-in that a certain young Addams slipped her way into. With the help of Agnes, who had set up and ignited the bomb herself, and.. well, Enid, for being the lookout.
Supposedly a very helpful role in the plan, that was a hundred percent not placed in last minute. Or so Wednesday said.
It's been a hectic few minutes that passed since Wednesday has disappeared into Willow Hills, with the other two being left outside to make sure that she won't get caught from their end. Enid wasn't at all pleased with the fact that she has to wait outside with the pint-sized psycho that had tagged along for the investigation.
Agnes wouldn't bother explaining to the werewolf that it was her who was not part of the initial plan. It's a waste of breath, and precious time. It was safe to say that they despised each other to some degree, and they agree on that.
Mutual contempt towards one another, merely coexisting for Wednesday Addams' sake.
Almost an hour had passed since a few alarms broke out, blaring loud and red from within the facility— Enid was worried, rightfully so, but Agnes seemed calm enough. She trusted Wednesday to return safely to them, because.. she's Wednesday Addams.
"Shouldn't we do something?" The blonde was already grinding her canines against each other as she looks ahead at the facility that had chaos written all over it. Agnes rolls her eyes, opting to respond, but then she gets a text from Wednesday using someone else's phone number.
How did she know it was her? Well, she just has a way of knowing.
"Wednesday texted me, said that we should watch out for a patient that is escaping this way, she presumes that it is a specimen from the Avian's many experiments. And I quote from her message, 'DO NOT LET IT OUT OF YOUR SIGHT.' she said." Agnes reads out loud for the blonde beside her, clad in a fluffy pink jacket that's so out of place for an investigation that involves stealth and being practical in use. Her eyes narrow at the choice of outfit, but Enid growls at her from the back of her throat.
"Fine, if Wednesday said that then—"
A rustle from a nearby bush startled Enid enough for her to squeal a little, eyes widening once she was met with equally terrified ones. You, wearing the standard patient attire, except for the fact that it's dirty with blood of who knows what..
".. did Wednesday mean that one?" Enid whispers to the younger girl, to which she receives no reply to. Because Agnes had already turned invisible, only appearing behind you, the escaped patient, and tying your arms from behind like a girlscout on a mission.
"What the fuck, Agnes?!"
"What? I didn't have time to respond to your question. And I thought werewolves were supposed to have heightened, quickened senses.. first thing you do after getting an instruction, is to do it, pup." She rolls her eyes, now she tightens your restraints, leaving you wincing and complaining.
"Now, what do we have here?"
Enid looks at you, claws unsheathed, ready to strike at any wrong movement. Agnes walks back to where she was, but the other end of your rope was in her hands.
Why did Wednesday want you captured for questioning?