With Violence Comes Tendencies Who: Katrina. Where: Random street. When: Late night.
The body had been disposed of, a few miles back. Hauled out of the cab and set fire to, destroying most would-be evidential forensic clues upon him in a cleansing bath of flame. Fingerless leather gloves which had spent the intervening duration closed around the wheel, now relaxing as the truck pulled up to a stop; the loud hiss of breaks being applied, contrasting against the sudden descent of engine into silence.
Taking a moment to lean back against the seat, Katrina Williams cast a predatory gaze through glass over her new surroundings. Not exactly Los Angeles, it still had enough of a population to be interesting. To provide her with... Distractions. Hell, it damn near offered a whole new world of possibilities.
And all of them so inventive.
Opening the door, Katrina landed boots on the ground with a practiced thump. An immediate change of direction taking her in confident steps to the rear of the trailer, where possessions could be accessed and removed. Weapons, for the most part, along with a precious few items of value - both sentimental and financial.