The Mission (private: Malachi)

[layla]

(This thread dates back about a month before Layla meets the Winchesters.)

Layla pulled the 'Vette up to the curb and shut off the engine. She sighed, glancing out the passenger side window at the store front window of the little boutique she was about to enter. She wasn't honestly sure that she even wanted to do this. She used to love making the clothes... back when she was doing it for herself and for Rhiannon, but ever since Rhiannon passed away she just didn't feel the same passion for it. Now she just did it for survival... trying to make a little bit of money so that she could make her car payment and pay for meals and hotels and gas.

She got out of the car and walked over to feed a few quarters to the meter before stepping around to the trunk and popping it open. Layla then pulled out a garment bag, which she draped over one arm, and an olive green suitcase that had an extendable handle and wheels. She shut the trunk and headed into the store, dragging the wheeled suitcase with her.

A little bell chimed over the door as she entered, looking around the quaint little boutique. Layla put on her best smile, knowing that she needed to make this business deal and that she wasn't going to do so by looking unapproachable. She stepped up to the woman behind the checkout counter. "Excuse me. I'm looking for Mr. Hawthorn?"

[malachi]

Malachi appeared out of thin air, however he had at least chosen a spot somewhat inconspicuous, the women's fitting room. He was completely unaware of how odd it would look for a male to walk out of those fitting rooms, and therefore the strange looks he got from other customers and the workers was lost on him, not that he would have cared what they thought, he had only concern at the moment and that was to find and convince Layla to help him.

It didn't take him long, as she was standing right where he knew she'd be. “Good day, Layla, we need to talk.” He said simply as he walked up to the blonde human that would help them win this war.