She simply bowed her head, hand tapping her cane as she listened to the crowed. She was lucky the mask hid most of her features, the short raven started biting her cheek, scenarios and thoughts playing through her head of what could happen to the hostages. Haunting screams and gunshots bouncing through her skull like a cruel game.The building she could care less about, there are lives down there, lives that were due to be snuffed out if they did not act soon, and correctly. [color=6ecff6]" Nevermore, I call forth friends of the tales of lost words, and you calm those in need yes? Tis a useful trick indeed, one that I shall be greatful for."[/color]

She could feel the pull of Dullahan, she found someone, someone they could use. With the excitement of the crowed and the police at every corner, she began to think of escape routs. There was no way NOVA was getting her, she'd sooner come out of hiding than let them grab her. 
[color=6ecff6]"I have some friends in the ground below the land. They seem to have found an ally, once we gather and take the humans gaze away we can ac-"[/color] Her voice was cut short, taken away from her breath as she began to listen to the world unfold before her. Everything she was worried about was unravelling in a terrifying manner. 

The smell of gunpowder and the crackle of a thousand bolts, she took a step back, Fuax flapping his wings and cawing at the sky wherever the sound was. Twisting and turning, lashing out in every direction, causing her senses to grow fuzzy. 
A voice at it's centre, happily calling the display a show. She felt her blood run cold as sweat dripped at her brow. [color=6ecff6]"Fool"[/color] whoever this was had just put the hostages live in danger, greater danger. If whoever was inside felt cornered they would start using them as a means to show they meant business. The person sounded young, a child at best as he acted like a kid who had just gotten a new toy gun. 

Hearing the woman mention the distraction snapped Nevermore's thoughts like a branch. Shaking her head, she tapped her cane to the ground, listening to her talk on the phone in hand with a male who most likely was close by. [color=6ecff6]"If we wish to use this, we must move now. Confusion will only lead to alertness. If you lead, I'll cover." [/color] She pulled out her book, a thick leather bound journal as she caressed the pages with her gloved hands. Better to be ready now than later. 

The Dullahan had already found herself following Overclock, the humm of her bond was wanning as they both went further away. The commands travailing as more of a whisper than a shout. Still, she stood at the male's heels, watching him change his appearance in the simplest ways only to run into another vigilant. Once again the beast vanished it's features only to reappear, showcasing the illusion before sitting at the man's side in the display it used only moments ago.