Le voyage a été assez long; un bon jour et une nuit, brisés seulement par deux étoilés merdiques arrêts. La première fois n'a évidemment pas été une leçon pour lui la prochaine fois, et il a souffert de la « qualité » du goût le plus bas du monde à la fois. Mais au moins, il allait toujours et se réveillait. Même s'il crachait par la fenêtre pour en faire ressortir un peu de goût.
Il est arrivé à l'arrière du lieu de réunion, garer un bon bloc dans la route d'où il ne savait pas que les deux autres étaient situés dans une allée de taille décente. Le bruit du gué, même avec les tentatives de Jackson de calme, attirerait probablement l'attention; étant donné l'absence de tout autre bruit. Il a vu divers bâtiments, entrepôts, une usine... le site où il allait se trouver.
Pas du tout suspect.
Il a éteint le camion, mais a choisi de sortir de l'alarme qu'il avait allumé - il n'y aurait pas de meilleur moyen de créer du bruit que d'allumer son alarme de voiture. Il était content que les portes de la verrière soient au moins calmes.
Il entra dans la canopée et s'entoura bientôt de valises ouvertes et se transforma en manteau de tranchée sur ses vêtements décontractés. Le manteau était pour ce qui est venu ensuite: deux pistolets chargés de balles qui avaient des croix de diables sur eux, une barre de fer, une belle petite cruche d'eau bénite, et un beau pieu en bois, juste au cas où. Il a également mis ses gants de travail noirs et a envisagé d'apporter le couteau d'argent, mais a douté qu'il serait contre quelqu'un de cette nature. Les démons, ou moins probablement, les chasseurs seraient l'opposition.
Il s'est rapidement emparé et a quitté la canopée, fermant la porte aussi tranquillement que possible, et est parti pour aller dans le parking suivant (où se trouvaient les autres), restant le long des coins et des côtés pendant que sa main était sur un pistolet. Il voyait mieux la nuit que la plupart des humains, heureusement, mais il ne savait pas à quoi il avait affaire.
Autant qu'il aille s'attendre au pire.
Mia Castillo:  Relic and Ancient Artifact thief and black market dealer, has a vast network of hunters among other things at her disposal. She is starting to lean toward feeling more compassionate about the fight for the seals, however, and re-thinking her way of life and has become choosier of what type of client she will work for nowadays because of the impending apocalypse and what that could mean for her and the rest of the world.
Age: 23
Species:Human
Gender:Female
Sexuality:bi-sexual
Appearance: 5' 11, Curly brown hair with subtle natural highlights that is shaved on both sides, mostly worn down but in the occasional mow-hawk if she ever has down time, which doesn't happen often. She is a little thicker than an average girl, voluptuous one might say. She has gold-brown eyes with a green rim around the iris. She is medium complexion, being half Spanish. When she gets the rare occasion to dress as herself she is in band t-shirts and ripped jeans with converse, otherwise she is in any manner of disguise to suit her needs.
 Personality:  Sarcastic, and a bit of a lone wolf who has a problem working with others unless there's an angle involved in which she profits from(until recently). Despite her cold exterior, Mia is a compassionate soul, but she has seen enough to try and hide that from the world. She is very guarded most of the time, and has trouble letting down her walls.
Backstory: She grew up in a Foster family who was very wealthy, and home life wasn't exactly picture perfect. Her father was very cold and angry, and when home he was usually drunk. She rebelled against the world after her foster mother died and her foster father disappeared. She inherited their home and quite a bit of money after their death. After going through his things, she realized that he was into some very intriguing and mysterious businesses. She collected all of the relevant information to make herself proficient at spotting monsters and any way to profit that she could from Holy or Demonic relics. She researched quite a bit on her own, learning as much as she could about the supernatural. She began establishing contacts first from her father and then learned how to turn on the charm to collect more investors and information from the people she met- eventually making a wide network of hunters and many others. Her rolodex ran the gamut. She became quite the con-artist and makes a pretty comfortable living while knowing enough tricks to keep her out of harm’s way. She has recently begun collecting knowledge on hunting and has put down a few creatures on the way…(though quite a few times getting a trinket or two in the process)
Extra: Her alias and car change as fast as her hair does(and mostly, she's in wigs). Her preferred weapon is a pistol, though she is also proficient in throwing knives and decent in martial arts. She has begun hunting a bit solo, though she still has found a way to benefit from most of her kills so far (which are very few at this point)