Nick: texts Tarragon.-where are you?- Tarragon: replies-had this funny feeling.- Nick: -so?- Tarragon;-nevermind.-
Nick: enters his room. Sits down and sighs. "I told you to wait." Tarragon: pulls out daggers. Sticks to the shadows.
Chris: You got it? Ana: Hell yeah I got it, I did whatever it took... Grey: What exactly did it take? Ana: That is a topic in which we will never be discussing, understand? Grey: Yes ma'am -sarcastic-
Nick: look at news reports. Sees that three people were murdered. Tarragon: walks into base covered in blood.
Fiona:*wings fold.out and white feathers rain down from the air, flies up into air and does a somersault*
Fiona: *sees Nick, shapeshifts into him and retrcts wings. Walks onto roof behind him, startling him* "boo!"