There are certain advantages to being an actual witch. Not least being the fact that you don't drown when tied to a ducking stool, but equally you can use magic to escape from being burned at the stake. Violette Bonchance had moved out of Salem after that rather irritating experience, leaving the place with quite a few more frogs than there had been.<br/><br/>But one of the biggest, when one is a mafia boss, is the abitity to put a charm on your weapon, so that a) it never runs out of ammo and b) it never misses. Of course she wasn't completely invulnerable - put witch hazel in her drink and she would be sick enough that you could probably finish her off by any conventional means, provided you could get close enough - a bit like that comic book character, Superman and Kryptonite. But with no witch hazel anywhere near, Lotte was able to just walk through the storm of flying lead, quite literally catching the bullets in one hand and firing her M1911 Colt 45 Automatic pistol with the other, not even looking where she was shooting but placing the shots carefully in legs and shoulders of the cops who were trying to raid her potion factory, and continuing to shoot long after her 8 round magazine should be empty. Only one took a bullet between the eyes, and that was because he was supposed to be in her pay and warn her about this sort of thing.<br/><br/>Finally she stood, face to face with Detective Sergeant Jules O'Malley. She smiled and fired point blank at his forehead. the bullet stopped a sixteenth away from his skin and he scowled. "Violette, Are you going to come quietly...?"<br/><br/>"Fuck no, I always scream my head off when I cum, but you'll never know, because I only like the ladies!" The thunder of gunfire stopped as her own troops, none of them really magical although she did have a few non-humans on the payroll, moved out to relieve the injured cops of their weapons and any valuables, before loading them back into the vehicles they had arrived in.<br/><br/>"Jules dear, I thought we had an arrangement, you keep the boys in blue from raiding my establishments and I don't kill any of them." She sighed. "That one was supposed to be one of mine and warn me of anything like this... I don't take betrayal lightly, Jules. You know this."<br/><br/>"Lotte, look, I got the chief wanting me to stop the supply of potions, I got the mayor breathing down my neck, threatening to call in the incorruptibles, I got the Sallie-Annes screaming that there's witchcraft in the police force, and I got my wife wanting another baby. So hears the deal, you give me a pair of fertility potions, one for me an' one for her, and just close down production for a couple weeks, I'll tell the chief and the mayor the raid was a success, and that all the boys took injuries in the line of duty, they all get to be heroes, and I won't move against any more of your secret hidy-holes. Do we have a deal?"<br/><br/>"Well, shit, Jules, you could've just<i>asked</i>for the potions..." Lotte smirked, knowing full well that he couldn't. As the police department's resident witch he had a certain image to maintain. His main power was as a finder, which was how he was able to bring such a substantial force to her main production site. She'd have to move it now anyway, because even though she could never hide it from him, now there were others who knew where it was. Jules always played down his 'gift' and pretended that he couldn't just lead the cops straight to whatever they were looking for. In fact he could easily do so, but closing down his cousin's business would result in open warfare between the Mob on one side and the Police on the other, with untold civilians cut down in the crossfire.<br/><br/>Lotte saw the impatient look he gave her and shrugged, slipping her gun back into it's shoulder holster "Sure, we have a deal. Come by the Orchid tonight, on your own, no badge or gun. I'll give you the ferts there. Meanwhile I gotta shut this lot down safely and find a new location. See ya tonight cuz."