Ava and Alice were gone, leaving Maggie to her own devices. She was still scanning the room for Davis when she caught sight of the infiltrator news crew making their way to guitarist and drummer. Watching as bright lights fell over the faces of those under her representation, a dark, threatening presence settled over the characteristically mousy Maggie. She moved through the room like wildfire, slipping between the probing lens and Alice with a level stare aimed at reporter and camera man. Without flinching, she palmed the camera lens, and pulled downward.<br/><br/>"You are trespassing here." She only said that what they all knew. With a flick of a wrist in the air two towering security guards who'd already been alerted by the lights came forward to stand behind the reporter and crewman. "You have two options: surrender your footage or face persecution. Either way, this interview is over, and you will be leaving the premises immediately." At that, her palm travelled along the camera'sside to its battery pack which she tore out with one stiff pull. She tossed the pack to one of the guards and nodded in his direction. "Escort them outside. Return that to them once they off venue property."<br/><br/>Just when one problem was settled, the chaotic sound coming from the performance hall reached the room. A sweaty, panicked looking stagehand appeared at Maggie's side and whispered something in her ear. She immediately turned to Alice and Vance. With a calm level tone, but a look that stressed the seriousness of her request she said "Will you two please gather yourselves and head out the back to the tour buss? I will be along as soon as I've found Boston and Davis." She hoped against hope the two would be smart enough to catch on to the severity of the situation. Before leaving to head to the bathroom where Boston has disappeared, she signalled to the security guard without the battery pack to stick with Alive and Vance.<br/><br/>En route to the bathroom, Maggie whipped out her cell phone and text ed John: "911. Meet the band out back of the venue for pick up now. Be discrete." It was the first time she had to preface one of her text with 911, she hoped it would be the last.<br/><br/>Flipping her phone shut, she stuffed it in her pocket as her shoulder met the bathroom door. Her nose curled at the smoke within. With the door shut and the bathroom sealed, Maggie called out "Boston. Shit is getting seriously fucked up out there. There are reports of fires. We have to evacuate, now."