Lilith had hoped for something a bit faster than a beat up old station wagon but it was still a car and as they drove back to the police station she kept her eyes closed trying to get another vision of Fion, hopefully one that would contradict the one she had on the back porch. She had taken a liking to the older witch and hoped that she would be the one to mentor her once all of this was over.<br/><br/>She had several visions of possessed women killing and sexually violating cops and civilians alike at several different locations.<br/>"It's like a fucking epidemic," she muttered and then she saw Fion.<br/>She was leaning into a police car with a smile on her face but moments later the cop was dead and she heard Fion making a threat at another cop before the vision changed and she saw Fion with her ceremonial dagger in a defensive stance with two cops pointing their guns at her. It made sense in the context of the other visions she had had of Fion except this was in an alley strewn with dead homeless men and Fion didn't have a gun.<br/><i>I'm doing your job</i>she heard Fion say and then everything became a blur of interference the way a tv that wasn't receiving any transmission would.<br/>"Hard left," she said to Chrystabel and pointed to an alley no more than half a block up the street.<br/>"She's in trouble but not at the police station."<br/><br/>Lilith opened her eyes just in time to see how the station wagon narrowly missed being hit by an oncoming car as Chrystabel followed her direction and made a hard left into the indicated alley. Moment later she saw the cops cuffing Fion and picking her up to put her into their car.<br/>"Fuck," she said, focused on the police car and managed to throw it onto its roof before the cops reached it with Fion between them.<br/>Whatever Fion had done, or not, she was not for the cops to handle.