Project Lead Pasiphaë
Name:
Age: ?????
Gender: Female
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Chocolate Brown
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 145lbs
Occupation: Head Research and Experimentation Scientist at Brightheart
Ethnicity: Mixed Latin American and European
Residence: Pittsburgh, PA (formerly Chicago, IL)
Family: ?????
Scent Profile: Base scent wildflowers (lavender, daisy, cornflower, larkspur, sage, foxglove). Additional scents: orange scented cleaner, latex, and smoke.
Abilities: ???????
The building was burning.
It had been a long time since something had surprised Dr. Russo. The last surprise had been the eventual success of the original Brightheart Project, which had led to the government contracts that had led to reclaiming the oldest child of the project. Ethan Walsh had become Project Erebus, her prized project, the spearhead of the entire project. For twelve years, she had learned as much as she could about her perfect human predator. He was, she was sure, the future of humanity. But that was over. This, this was a surprise. After twelve years, Erebus and Hephaestus had managed to figure out how to break out, and quite a mess they had left behind. A mess that Dr. Russo now had to clean up.
She sighed as she breathed out the cigarette smoke. The A-1 building of the Brightheart Project was burning. It had been the most secure, most secret of all the labs they ran. That was because it was the lab that housed the children. And technically, they weren't meant to be taking children still. There were loopholes, and children who disappeared in the foster system were rarely chased down. But still, after the escape that morning before she had arrived at work, she figured it would be better to just burn the whole place down.
After backing up all of the research with the few living researchers left, they had set the place ablaze. And only after it had been burning for a good long while, did they finally call out the fire department. They had set it up to look like an electrical fire, something that wouldn't get investigated. Something the government wouldn't have cause to look into any deeper to see where all that money had actually been going.
It looked like Dr. Russo would be stuck experimenting on adult metas from this point on. She took another puff off her cigarette as the fire department tried it's hardest to put out the blazes. Her feet swung as she sat on the trunk of her car, watching them work. Her coworkers, the ones who were still alive, had mostly dispersed and had given statements. The bodies left inside needed to be recovered, and Dr. Russo was there to make sure they were distorted beyond cause of death being determinable.
Such was her life.
She drew in a deep breath of cloves and anise, waving as one coworker drove past and away, back toward the city. Every part of her wanted to hurry all of this along. The longer she waited, the more the likelihood that the boys got away forever. But then, would they even allow her to hunt down the escapees? Really, she only cared about Erebus, Hephaestus, and Hypnos. The three of them were projects she had spent a lot of time and energy on, even only having one for four years, while she had the other two for twelve. She hoped they would let her hunt them down and bring them to the A-4 facility. Hypnos was a little young for it, but the other two were old enough not to draw attention.
Another sigh as more coworkers poured out of the parking lot and the fire finally started to die down. She pressed her glasses back up and into place with her middle finger, then snubbed out the cigarette on the bottom of her heel. She supposed there was only one way forward, from here.
Onward and upward, as they said.