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Ollie Montague

Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.

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a character in “project cryptid”, as played by .euphoria.

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    β€œDeath must be so beautiful.
    To lie in the soft brown earth with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence.
    To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace.”
    ― Oscar Wilde
War of Hearts: Ruelle . Wish You Were Here: Florence and the Machine
Over the Love: Florence and the Machine. Love is Blindess: Jack White
Runaway: Yeah Yeah Yeahs . Green Light: Lorde . You: Keaton Henson
Young and Beautiful: Lana Del Rey . Find Me: Sigma . Strangers: Sigrid

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Imagename β†’ Ophelia R. Montague; her mother had a cruel, twisted sense of humor naming her daughter after not one but two tragic characters from Shakespeare. As if she was trying to project what she believed her daughter's life would be like growing up. No one knows what that the 'R' of her middle name is Rosaline, after her mother's first name.
nicknames β†’ She prefers to go be Ollie, a nickname she has had since the age of four when she refused to go by Ophelia any longer. She's been known as 'Ollie' by everyone who has met her since then with only a handful of people knowing her birth name. Other nicknames include Mon Tout (my everything), Doe eyes and Bambi, affectionate pet names by those who fell for her along with Hazel being her 'stage name' because of her eyes, and more recently Siren and 006 by those bastards who took her from her home and have been torturing her.

age β†’ Twenty two years old
birthday β†’ September 23rd, 1978

gender β†’ (cis)female
sexuality β†’ bisexual, leans more so for women because they're not as easily influenced by her as men.

nationality β†’ Greek and American, dual citizenship
species β†’ Siren

hex β†’ #816687
thought β†’ #A3A3A3




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HEIGHT // WEIGHT: Ollie is known for two things; one, her irrefutable charm and two, her small statue. Always making her the 'runt of the litter'. It took her years to finally to begin reveling in it. Wearing it like a badge of honor. The young Greek-American stands at a shocking 5'1 ft,155 cm. // While Ollie is short she is far from stout. She from could pass as the definition of petite. Weighing a shockingly only around 100 lbs mostly thanks to her hollow bones.

HAIR: Naturally her hair, when she was a young girl, is exactly how it is now a light, brown color that matched perfectly with her lightly tanned, olive skin and seemingly kaleidoscope doe-eyes. But she has changed it through the years to fit what her attitude was including black and choppy during her teenage angst phase and blonde when she first joined her circus, thinking it would make the audience 'fall in love' with her even more. But, once gaining her confidence in her act, she decided not only to dye it back to its natural color but to also chop it off from the middle of her back to her shoulders. Which makes it easy to style every day as she usually lets her natural curls show only add product to keep them maintained.

EYES: Her lovers, the men she attracts towards her when they look in her eyes always tell her that they were madly in love with once looking into her eyes. Her kaleidoscope eyes, that they call them, a misture of greens and blues, that seemingly to either embrace you with her warm, kind smile that promises both love and admiration from the siren for what most pray lasts a lifetime or, if you have the unfortunate faith of getting on her bad side, daggers that appear to stare right through as if you aren't even there. However, seeing that looking into her eyes can act as an influencer before she controls someone, most days she can be seen wearing a pair of glasses, hiding when her eyes truly look like.

STYLE: Growing up, Ollie's mother would say that your image is everything. It was the first thing people noticed about a person before walking up to them and in order to feel good and confident about her abilities, she had to look good. That meant the finest dresses, shoes, accessories, sweaters (to cover her wings) and even venturing out into the human world to get her hair done. Imagine getting detained by humans all because your mother wanted you to get a fucking haircut. Well, that's how her mother thought and for a long time so did Ollie. She strived to be the most put together and prettiest girl anywhere she went but after leaving home that changed a bit. While continuing to believe that image is of the utmost importance that couldn't be her only priority when choosing an ensemble. Before finding her second family within the Dazzling Brothers, she was alone in the woods or on the streets and that meant function had to be put over fashion and style. She went from plaid skirts and heels to ripped boyfriend jeans and black Steven Madden combat boots that she would... ask for from those fortunate enough to be around her when she needed something. Mind you, it was the 90s and Ollie fell in love with the grunge look of the era. Fully embracing it until she was finally able to afford a few of the finer things in life once more without having to ask for them from people.

Now, her style has made yet another evolution becoming a mixture of both the prim and proper style of her youth with the grunge, rock band loving, flannel obsessed teen she had become over the years. She would, and still will take the simple, one color dresses probably black or a deep shade of blue or red but instead of a sweater or cardigan and her long hair to hide the hump made by her wings, she goes for one of her dozens of oversized jackets, more than likely her denim one with a large patch from Sublime's 40 oz. of Freedom album or her black leather with a patch of the Nirvana smile on the front along with a pair of her trusty black converses or her favorite pair of black Steven Madden combat boots, the first thing she ever compelled someone to give her without her mother's help. Or even oversized flannels to act as dresses along with her boots and jacket. Asked for jewelry now, she does find herself wearing a lot except for a ring on a chain given to her from her flock; a large diamond since they all saw her as their little 'diamond in the rough'. However, she does keep it hidden not wanting anyone to see it and start asking questions about it.

But, the one thing Ollie is known for more than her jackets, or her boots, or even the necklace, is her extensive collection of sunglasses. Different color, different sizes and shapes, but you will never catch Ollie without a pair unless she's sleeping or alone. She's found its the easiest way to keep her abilities at bay until she wants to use them. Her go-to pairs have always been her black Ray-Bans or a large ruby red pair of perfect circle glasses. However, since being captured and losing her red glasses in the out of control scuffle that was her capture she has been forced to wear a pair of glasses with a tight metal band around the temples of them (giving them the appearance of goggles) so it's impossible for her to take them off/cut through them or for them to fall off without proper knowledge of how they work.

MISC: Shocking to most people with the dangerous way Ollie deals with being cornered, touched without permission, or even just from people defending themselves against her. Ollie doesn't have any district scars or markings on her body. She thinks of her body as a temple and likes to keep it as such and that means no scars, markings, tattoos, or even piercings apart from small beauty marks on her shoulders, inner thighs, and her most noticeable one next to her left eye.

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PERSONALITY
Talented ✦ Intelligent ✧ Charismatic ✦ Persuasive ✧ Passionate ✦ Romantic ✧ Loving (when she chooses to be)
Manipulative ✦ Sarcastic ✧ Enigmatic ✦ Fickle ✧ Vain ✦ Cynical ✧ Volatile ✦ Intense ✧ FlirtatiousXXXXX
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Ollie Montague has never been a girl who belonged to the generation she was born into. She was always one of the more be peculiar girls in the flock growing up. Seeing herself as somewhat of a searcher, and a seeker of the truth in the world, and to find her own truth from within herself with time. It has taken herself forever to come to the level of understanding of herself that she is at right now, and even though she likes to believe that she has a clear and compelling sense of herself. She knows she's still young and there is more about herself and the world around her that she will never truly be able to comprehend even after seeing and living in the world around her. And as a result of this outlook on life, she has devoted parts of her life to investigations into the unknown and finding the answers to the mysteries of life and the world around her. Some around her believe she is nothing more than a pretty face, a woman who just likes to be the center of attention who acts deep and poetic in order to seem better than those around her. And, part of it is true. She does believe that compared to humans, werewolves, demons, and other species around her that she is better. She has had the opportunity to not only live the life she wants to live without being held down by a group of those like her but to do whatever she wants all with a simple song. An ability that took her years to learn to love. She has been given the chance to travel the world, sing in front of hundreds of people, all because of what she is and how talented she is at her abilities. Even though every Siren can sing, it doesn't mean they can hold a note compared to Ollie. And she will never let those like her forget that. Even though people see her as just this, young, stupid, cocky twenty-two years old, she has always believed she was meant for more than most of those around her. She isn't meant to hide in the woods only venturing out to work or to charm humans into giving them what she wants. She isn't meant to just to just go to college and never use it as much as she thought she was growing up. Which made her seem condescending to some but bizarre to all of those in her flock.

Ollie, on several different occasions, because of how seriously she does take music, dance, and her stage act, she has been called pretentious. The way the Siren sees it, she just believes that most people in the world don't get what it means to have something be their life. Everything she does makes it possible for her even call herself a Siren; the singing, the music, she'd be nothing but a flirtatious girl with wings and big eyes without it. People have just seemed to forgotten what it means to work so hard at something in order to perfect so you don't accept mediocrity. With never settling, she has been able to have some of the best experiences with those she chooses trance. She doesn't choose just anyone and that's why she had chosen anyone just yet to truly fall in love with other than one. Like most women like her, surprisingly she is a very romantic and dreaming soul. She wants to find someone to love her for her not because she made them but, for her, it seems to be impossible. Our lovely musician can try and fill that hole with lovers and sexual encounters but, sticks as they all seem to 'fall in love with her' because of what she is not, who she is. Which has made the young girl, while a romantic, cynical to the idea of even being able to have a normal relationship with anyone man or woman which in return makes her hop from person to person before getting attached.

But, with the good. There is always bad as well. To everyone and Ollie is no exception. While she's highly intelligent, she can be ruthless and quite machiavellianistic. Using whoever she needs to in order to get where she wants in the world. There is only a small group of people who she will never betray even if she was ever given the chance, mostly consisting of the other Sirens she has met and grown up with. They have earned her loyalty and her trust which is a marvelous thing because when Ollie decides to show her bad side. Close to no one is safe, other than children, she has close to no consideration for human life knowing that before they know it their life will end without her having to do anything to them. But, even if she doesn't feel like she has to hurt them. She won't hesitate to harm or kill someone who does her wrong including her own lover who decided to turn on her. Most of which came out only when her mother was killed by a group of humans making her develop somewhat of a case of Dissociative identity disorder or Multipersonality disorder. It has made her become two different people; Ollie, the girl she shows close to every day and this rage machine for moments in time that she can't remember. She blanks out and when she finally comes to, she has no recollection of what happened. Including when she was captured and told of how it went down. For the most part, she can keep it at bay, keep it hidden. Maybe punching a hole in a wall but, never a living thing. Not until they corner her, reject her, or try to kill her. While she is romantic and charismatic, she's manipulative. Using her charm to her advantage whenever given the chance and then dropping them off, showing off her fickle side when she grows tired of them.

And once you are able to get past that, Ollie can be an astonishing young woman to be around. She can be the life of a party when she actually chooses to be. She's a charismatic gal when open to others, always want to display her unbeatable wit and sharp silver tongue. And of course, enjoys performing before a large audience more than most things in the world. What can she say? She loves attention when it's positive attention. The rush of it all just delivers this thrill through her body that no drug or cocktail could ever compare. But, like the majority of people in the world, Ollie does have definite limits with her socializing. While ample in social situations, sharing her attention and energy freely, wanting to make others comfortable around her, she is keenly aware of the need to "come off of the stage" every so often and return to her solitude in order to not drain herself of the excitement about being around people. There is only a distinct few who are aware that they can come to her at any time without her pushing or shoo them away.


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β€’ flying high to the point where no one can see her β€’ classic literature
β€’ banter β€’ dancing, esp. ballet β€’ singing β€’ playing her instruments
β€’ hitting her high notes β€’ musicals β€’ romance and romantic people
β€’Oscar Wilde β€’ riddles β€’ her 'family' β€’ fresh bedsheets β€’ her mother
β€’ debates β€’ her jean jackets β€’Jane Austen β€’ being on stage singing
β€’ mysteries β€’coffee β€’ older men and women β€’ Aerial acrobatics
β€’ moonlit walks β€’her circus act β€’chess β€’ brunettes β€’ witty retorts
β€’classic rock β€’a nice glass of whiskey or bourbon β€’satire and sarcasm
β€’ getting her way β€’traveling β€’people watching β€’her abilities β€’New York

DISLIKES
β€’ chaotic/loud situations β€’ losing β€’ Creatures with no control β€’ her 'fits'
β€’ not getting what and who she wants β€’ confrontations β€’ cheap alcohol
β€’ most fried food β€’ being wronged β€’ damsels in distress β€’ secrets β€’ coffee
β€’ being touched without her permission β€’country music β€’ drugs β€’her father
β€’ her captors β€’ committment β€’ being out done β€’ not being able to sing
β€’lemon water β€’bright colors β€’wearing heels β€’complete silence β€’green tea

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β€’Passionate about her music β€’Highly analytical and intelligent
β€’Charismatic and charming β€’Very Romantic towards others
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β€’Nonmedicated for her Dissociative identity disorder β€’Posessessive β€’Her temper
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Siren Song, Mind Control ✦ Enhanced Beauty ✧ Enhanced Balance
Enhanced Senses ✦ Avian Physiology ✧ Claw Retraction

Bilingual (French and English) ✦ Singing (Her Voice)
Piano, guitar, and violin ✦ Acrobatics


While many throughout the years use being a 'siren' as an insult, few know what a siren truly is and what they're capable of. While all have the power of the Siren Song, there are different levels of what this song can do. For all of them, it allows them to emit an astonishingly beautiful and enchanting singing voice that is capable of summoning or luring anyone who hears it to come towards the singer of the song. But, for those more... advanced like Ollie and her mother it can also be used a variation of mind control in a sense. In a way where for a certain amount of time they can control the minds of those affected with their targets being completely subject to their mental control. For her mother, it could go on for hours, days even with it going as long as 72 hours once with her subject being placed into a semi-conscious state where they have no recollection of the previous actions that they performed while under its effect. For Ollie, however, that isn't the case at least not yet. The longest she had controlled someone was closer to 12 hours with them remembering most of her commands even if their description of the young woman who did it (Ollie) was a little fuzzy. However, there is much more to the Sirens than that.

As they also possess the power of Enhanced Beauty, which she knows sound utterly self-centered but it a legitimate ability she realized around the age of fourteen when she would go out in public only and men and women alike would begin flocking to her. She possesses a level of grace, physical beauty, sense of style and social poise (which is ironic for her) above that commonly found around the world but, it does go much further than being asked if she a Princess of sorts. She's able to exercise a considerable social influence on those around her, but, can't reap true superpowers from their beauty alone. No, for that she has to use her intelligence. While some chose to show off their ability, others chose to hide it and in order to control her power, Ollie is forced to keep her eyes covered predominantly with sunglasses, a disguise, something. But, for her usually, it was her favorite pair of circle sunglasses that she... asked for from one of her subjects. But, since being taken the scientist have put on a pair of goggle-like glasses that are impossible to take off when she's tied up.

On top of those above that comes with being a Siren. Those who know of the mythology of Sirens also know the belief that the creatures are some sort of half bird, half woman things with the head of a female and the body of a bird playing the harp on some island to lure men in. And, while there are those types out there, Ollie does get offended when people assume she also has the ability to just magically transform into a half bird, half woman hybrid of sorts. No, while she does have avian physiology, her is different than others. She doesn't have the ability to change her appearance but she does have the ability of wing manifestation and flight meaning exactly what it sounds like. Ollie has the ability to manifest a pair of perfect white wings and fly for hours at a time before having to rest. However, they don't magically disappear when she retracts them, they go in far enough but gives her the appearance of a hunch even though she is standing up straight something she tried to hide by wearing one of her favorite denim or leather jackets. There other stipulations as well including the idea that because her wings are so massive, measuring in at roughly 12-13 feet wingspan meaning she needs more than that much space in order to take off in the first place along with enough strength and thrust to lift herself off the ground. But, this is made a bit easier by the fact that she, along with most like her, has a hollow skeleton meaning that her bones are hollow, making her lighter, faster and more agile than she appears making it not only easier for her to fly but her to appear even more graceful as a dancer. But, with this her bones are more susceptible to breaking, snapping like a twig if someone put just a little too much pressure on them and she is very easily bruised as well.

Like birds and bird likes creatures, she also has claws, talons to be more specific. Sharp as razors and could kill someone is she tries and she tried and succeed. Hers, like her wings, hide but unlike them everytime she extends and retracts them it's incredibly painful for her as they are nothing more than her natural nails being lengthened. Imagine have your nails grow to the size of daggers only to be forced back in under your nailbeds. It's not the most pleasant experience. She has only used them extended to protect herself and those she cares for from others. Her natural nails, while not as deadly are still talons and can leave an opponent with a mean scar or scratch. As stated before her hollow bones have made her not only have enhanced senses, meaning her senses to see, hear, smell, taste, and feel better are remarkably more precise than those of humans but also an enhanced sense of balance. Weaknesses for this include the fact that once a numbing agent is in her body, like an anesthetic or opioid, they're gone until the drug wears off in her system which is one of the ways she has been kept controlled for the past two weeks.

And, while the young Siren may seem powerful now, there is no telling where she will be also she matures and learns even more about her powers. Before her mother's passing, the woman would tell her about her ability to shatter eardrums with just one scream, a sonic scream or something but, she never got around to showing her daughter how to control it or even where to get started. She only did it once before and it was completely by accident when she was being chained. She screamed, sending three men flying in the air and her without her voice for three days. Her mother told about other powers as well, including being able to enhance her reflexes. To dodge bullets and punches like it's nobody's business but, alas the young girl was born with it and has yet learned where to even begin.

However, weaknesses outside of her powers do exist as well. With the most apparently being her self-diagnosed anxiety and anger problems. You see, with being born the 'runt' of the flock Ollie has always had a short fuse to match including having these blinding, but short fits of rage that have built up for months of end because she chose to just hold everything in until finally, it blows up making her unleash all of that rage on any unlucky soul around her. These rages include using her extended talons to make them get away from her, putting them under her spell to make them shut up only to command them to do things she instantly has to say 'No wait, don't.' like literally telling someone to take a long walk off a short pier or to go screw themselves.

So begins...

Ollie Montague's Story

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"Code Orange. Code Orange. There has been a breach in Sector 25. All personnel are to be on the look out and cautious at all times. Prisoners 001 through 006 are considered highly dangerous and immediate capture is necessary. Code Orange. Code Orange." The long and dark hallways of the facility were lit by the flash of the red emergency lights and the occasional flashlight attached to the large gun of a guard. While the facility was rather quiet at night, it was now littered with the thundering sound of the footsteps of guards, their shouts of who went where, and an alarm that echoed through the halls.

The majority of the staff was shocked they had done it. They had spent years making sure an escape was entirely impossible. They had managed to do it in about a month. While, half the staff at the hospital were frankly terrified with how they had underestimated them, the others were pissed. To them it was like a slap in the face.

"I don't care what the fuck you have to do, just bring them back, now". The head of security, General Williams, but most called him Captain due to the patch that covered his right eye. A werewolf had clawed it right out when he was twenty, and let's just say it was the fire in his veins. "Dead or alive. Just intact." He eyed each of the most qualified, skilled men and women in the facility. "Now get the hell out of my sight, and don't come back until you have each of those fuckers in front of me". With that he stormed out of the room.


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32 days. 32 days he had spent locked away being poked and prodded, by people he thought were just a myth a month ago. He had spent the days aimlessly awaiting each next horror, like a sitting duck. His only moments with a free mind spent thinking of his family. Aelfric, his father, probably trying to keep the family from falling apart with his sudden dissapearance. His father was always the one that kept them above the water, and Khee could only hope that he hadn't finally cracked. Tianna, his mother, god he missed her, he knew she was a mess. His mother was very passionate and strong, but she loved her children more than she loved herself. Finally, Rhoswen, his white rose, his little sister, the thought of her was the only thing that kept him alive in that hellhole. She was the light in his life, a pure, innocent fae with a heart of gold.
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The second his hands shoved the door into the outside world, it took everything for him not to fall to his knees in overwhelming joy. The cool breeze and light from the moon, things he would've never given a second thought, suddenly felt like the greatest things the world had to offer. He couldn't believe they had pulled it off, the plan was simplistic, yet calculated. Each of them played a small part in their escape, which had started with a pact that they'd help each other get home. Kheelan couldn't deny that together, they were a force to reckon with.

The sudden sounds of gunshots and yelling forced his legs to move, as he dashed out the door taking off for the woods that surrounded the facility. He had no idea where they were and where he was going. As long as he was very, very far away from that place. He could hear the others running, but he couldn't spare a second to see which of them were behind him. "Don't stop running!"
He yelled at the others as he neared the edge of the forest.

Just as his outstretched hand brushed the first bush at the start of the vast forest, a sharp pain suddenly struck the back of his right thigh and he let out a startled cry as he tripped, tumbling face first through the bush and into the forest. He scrambled to his feet, his thigh throbbing in pain, he could barely see his leg as he touched the wound, his hands coming back with blood. "Damnit" He'd been shot. I don't have time. I have to keep moving. Keep moving. He repeated the phrase over and over in his hand as he picked up his pace and began to run again through the woods.

The sound of soldiers got increasingly closer, and the fact that for one he couldn't see five feet in front of his face and he had a bullet lodged in his leg, didn't really help him out. His leg suddenly felt as if it had been dipped in liquid flame and he inhaled sharply at the pain, biting his lip to hold back a cry. In a last ditch effort he ducked behind a tree, 32 days shackled in iron cuffs made him forget that he was a magical being. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a rather shaky deep breath, trying to concentrate. His form rippled a little, before blending completely into the tree. He let out a very quiet breath of relief, and not a minute later a flurry of soldiers ran past the tree, completely oblivious to his concealed form. When he was sure they had all passed, he sunk to the ground his illusion slowly fading as he became visible.

He gently grabbed his leg and pressed slightly on the wound, crying out softly. Silver. Of course they had shot him with a silver bullet. He closed his eye and took a deep breath before pressing his fingers into the wound again, trying to get the bullet out. It took everything for him not to scream, what came out was a quiet guttural noise of pain, his hands trembled. "Thes, thes thes. Tysti ol, Khee ber kaer air or". He muttered quietly in Krim as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. The longer the silver stayed in his system the weaker he got.

He finally realized his efforts of getting the bullet out were futile, and at this point he was merely wasting time. He needed to keep moving, find one of the others, find some place to hide. He gradually pushed himself off the ground and began to slowly limp forward, trying to block out the pain in his mind. He had escaped, they'd done it, and he wasn't going to let a gunshot wound put him right back in.

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All someone could hear around Tango was gunfire, the sound of weapons charging, and magazines hitting the floor. Tango couldn’t sleep so he decided to let off some steam at the gun range. But what happened next caught him slightly off guard. The lights suddenly went off, and replaced with the flashing emergency lights, and the alarm sounded. β€œCode Orange? No…” Tango said in disbelief, picking up his rifle off the counter and running down the hall way towards Captain's office.

Tango weaved through other guards that were heading in all directions and scientists scrambling, Tango was the last to enter the conference room where General Williams and other skilled guards and agents were, catching just the end of the conversation, saying to get them back dead or alive and to leave, before he stormed out. Well, let’s see who is gonna end up dead and who is gonna end up staying alive. Tango thought to himself as he was the first out of the room. They have to be heading towards the front door. He thought as he took the shortest route to it, pushing past freaking out scientists.

The super naturals were barely here for a month, and yet, here they were escaping. Tango was surprised that it took this long for anyone of them to even attempt an escape, but ALL of them actually being loose at the same time? No this wasn’t just an impulse attack and try to escape, this had to be planned.

Most of the other guards were going through all rooms to make sure they were clear, but Tango knew better. The super naturals wouldn’t hide in the place they hated, they would want to get out and go somewhere that wasn’t here. As he rounded a corner he found a couple of guard’s bodies on the ground. β€œYeah, they went through here.” Tango said to himself outloud as he went around the bodies, some still dripping with fresh blood. He may not be able to catch them at full speed, but all the fighting they were doing, and other guards were slowing them down. Plus, Tango doubted they would get out with no wounds, if they manage to get out at all.

Tango rounded the last corner just to look down the long hallway to see the super naturals pushing open the front door, usually it would have an electronic lock to open, but with the power out and the back-up generators not on yet, it was just a regular heavy door at this point. Tango sprinted down the hallway, almost tripping over knocked over tables, chairs, and even more bodies. The door closing behind the super naturals in his sight.

The door flew open as Tango pointed his rifle towards the forest, seeing the super naturals about to make it in. β€œHey!” Tango shouted, but doubtful they would stop at his shouts, but then he saw Prisoner 002, the Vampire. β€œColette!” He yelled, and she stopped for a second while the other super naturals continue to run. She had turned and faced Tango, his rifle pointing right at her. He could take the shot right now, silver bullets and all, but Tango just stood there.

Tango was staring at Colette down his sights, hesitating to pull the trigger. Before anything else could happen the front door flew open and Colette darted off. Gun fire erupted into the woods from the other guards in the door way, just trying to hit anything and shredding into the bushes. Tango quickly went back inside to gather his items while other guards rushed into the woods after the escaped prisoners. Tango had to gear up if he was going to chase them down, it wasn't going to be easy.

Pouches of salt for the Demon and Angel, silver ammunition for the Fae, Werewolf and Vampire, a silver knife incase his firearms don’t work out, and some enhanced hearing protection for the Siren. The Siren didn’t have much of a weakness that they were able to discover, but her fragile bones would still be susceptible to bullets, just would have to watch out for her talons. Tango threw on his lightweight armor, knowing when he caught up to them, he would need more than regular clothes, and headed out of his office. Tango stopped by the lab to grab a couple syringes to sedate the super naturals, along with a couple other syringes filled with different liquids, and then headed back out into the dark woods with a small group of about five guards with him. "Some blood trail in this direction, lets go." Tango said as the others followed him with their flashlights on.