The woman smiled slightly as Nicky patted her down, ready to unleash a massive amount of pheromones onto him that would leave his head spinning and his mind thinking it was back in the Jurassic. As it was though, she wasn't detained by him, which was exactly what she had been hoping for but hadn't been expecting. She was technically a murderer now, having snapped Mitchell's neck up on the eighth floor, but Detective Chaseman had no way of knowing that. She carried no weapon of course... she abhorred personal weapons and had an even bigger dislike for them now after what her former mentor and confidante had done... She also had no love for the dinos up on eight, and therefore had no qualms about killing them.
Relaxing, her smile grew as Nicky told her to surrender herself to the police outside. Not likely she thought. She had come here for a very specific purpose, and now that that purpose was complete, she was disappearing. She wasn't sure what kind of dino he'd pegged her as, but she was purposely emitting only a very weak scent for just such a purpose. While most dinos had absolutely no control over their own scent glands, she had perfected hers through years and years of training, which had started at a very young age. Not only that, this particular female raptor had a gift for it, which is why she'd been targeted as a youth. But it had all been a lie... a lie she was intending to correct with each passing day.
Detective Chaseman had fallen for her innocent girl act, and that was fine by her. She even threw in a few tremors for him as he escorted her to the front door. The cops were on their way in, so it was time to beat a hasty retreat. "Thank you so much, detective." she said graciously, giving his arm a grateful squeeze and watching as he turned back around to confer with his partner over the dead security guards.
Keeping her hands up for show, she walked purposefully out into the lot and towards the approaching cop cars, and then suddenly, dropped her hands and raced around for the rear of the building, vanishing from sight before the squad cars had screeched to a halt out front. In a few more seconds, she was inside her car and making for one of the side exits to the lot before the police had a chance to close those off. In another three minutes she was back on Westwood's main roads, and in another twenty she'd be just another anonymous car winding its way up to the Hollywood Hills. Circe sighed to herself as she sank deeper into her seat. She hated having to hide like this, but she had no choice. She'd been wanted when she'd last been "alive", but she'd also been a complete dupe for Raal and his organization as well without even realizing it. And now she was a fugitive... this life had to end at some point... it just had to. Maybe she'd turn herself in and explain things... but not yet... not until she saw... him again.
Detective Patterson was examining the bodies of the deceased guards now, and shaking his head as he pointed with a finger. "See that? Two shots to the neck and forehead... first one was most likely the neck. The second guard was hit in the heart... he never had much of a chance. You're right... these guys know what they're doing..." he trailed off as the stairwell door opened again, and he brought his Smith & Wesson back up rapidly, training it on the male guised dino exiting now. "LAPD! Let's see your hands!" Dan ordered, wondering how many were going to start pouring down the stairs now that they realized something was clearly wrong in the building. Didn't these people realize that it was safer to stay indoors?
Dan's nostrils picked up Cailan's scent though, and he relaxed, if only ever so slightly, still keeping his weapon trained on him. Even though this newcomer was a dino, Detective Patterson wasn't taking any chances.
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Up on the eighth floor, Kauffman and his team were busy readying wires for their exit off the balcony of the apartment they'd breached. It had been exactly ten minutes since their entrance into the building, and they were right on time, as far as the carnotaur was concerned. Anchoring their mechanized wires to the balustrades, the team began their rapid descent to the parking lot below. "Let's make this snappy, folks!" Kauffman ordered. "I'm allergic to sirens!" he commented as he could hear the police entering the front lot.