talbot, bella (...abby) (talbotb) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-11-04 18:18:00 |
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Who: Bela Talbot and Lilah Morgan
What: Bela arranged a meeting, which is weird because you think she'd have learned her lesson about making deals with the devil.
When: Tuesday at 3pm
Where: Wolfram and Hart
status/rating: Incomplete/PG-13
Nothing if not efficient, Bela was set up in her new flat by noontime on Tuesday. The doors and windows were lined with salt by twenty past and by one o'clock she'd completed two of the several Devil's Traps she normally put throughout her residences. For now there was one above her front door and one in front of the safe where she intended to keep the Colt. By two o'clock she'd changed the bandages on her left arm and checked on the stitches she'd given herself in the early hours of the morning. They seemed to be holding and that was just fine, it wasn't something she wanted to have to redo. At two fifteen she pulled her Audi into a parking spot at an HSBC branch and took out a rather disgustingly large sum of money before having a short conversation with the branch manager on the state of their safe and deposit boxes.
She was incredibly unimpressed. She'd suspected that she would be, but it left her with something of a dilemma. The Colt was safely locked away in her new apartment and Bela highly doubt that anyone Sam or Dean knew would have the skill to break into the box. They would have to find her first anyway, which brought her time she was thankful for. She could practically hear Dean's voice in her head threatening to kill her, which was what usually happened after she shot his brother. Bela rolled her eyes; Sam had pulled the gun first. The problem wasn't the gun itself, but the bullets. After last night she was well aware that she was now on some lists and keeping the gun and the ammunition in the same place. For now the bullets remained on her person.
By the time a quarter to three had come around Bela had parked in the Wolfram and Hart garage and the inklings of an idea were coming to her. This meeting needed to go well.
Bela pulled on a blazer over her blouse as she stood in the elevator and smoothed out the skirt she was wearing. You couldn't really see the gun strapped to her leg underneath it, but she fully planned on alerting Ms. Morgan to the fact that she was armed in the feeling of goodwill. Bela simply didn't go anywhere without a gun, that didn't mean she was aiming to use it.
It was two fifty-five by the time the elevator doors opened and Bela stepped out. She looked every inch the consummate professional as she walked straight towards the secretary outside of Lilah's office. "I'm Bela Talbot and I have a three o'clock appointment with Lilah Morgan."