Fresh Start?

--June 13th 2022--

Scrambling to find a seat at a tiny Café in LAX, in her classic black and white Bagueurs shirt and Tan colour cargo pants. Her usual braid resting over her right shoulder, instinctively tucking the stray piece of hair behind her ear. The only part of her outfit missing is the dual shoulder holsters - Duh, it's an airport. She brings out a tablet from her black backpack and sets it up on the small table. The waitress starts to walk over but she waves them away, placing a face mask on and immersing herself in her writing.

Moving again. Fucking brilliant. I swear one of these days I'll actually be able to stay somewhere for more than a year. That's the record. 1 year, 2 months, 14 days. The fact I still know that is stupid. Let it go g̴̯̎ī̴̢̱́r̵͉̍̄l̴̜̇. You need too, for sanities sake. One more move, that's all I have in me I think. Whatever happens here, time to actually deal with it.

I'm still sure no one actually figured out it was me that set the dogs on RCC. 'Sweet and innocent' girlfriend - yeah, who was stupidly good at listening you idiots. Never considered that did you. Lets face it though, it was their own stupidity that got them in the end. I mean, who thinks it's a good idea to pose, take a picture and even post it on Twitter when you're holding a very illegal Shotgun - In your place of work. Smooth. Real smooth. Last I heard though, most of them were dead or on the run anyway so I don't have to give two shits about what actually happened. At least not right now. Loose ends can either tie themselves up or burn out.

Trying to remember hurts - But I'm pretty sure...yeah that's right. Pillbox. Talk about people fucking with your head, they did a number. Take a broken thing, break it even more and then tape it back together. Sounds about right. Junior just so happened to sweep in after quite possibly the roughest kill I'd ever done and snag me up. Hooked his claws in almost instantly and a few days later I was in a meeting with both him and Emile. That little spot at Capital was neat actually. Tucked away behind a corner and right opposite the Fire Station - EMS gave away far too much and never even knew. They were always fun to toy with. Let's just say, it didn't take me long to start getting fucked off with the way they worked. Already got too loud once - they were on the war path to do it again. Especially sending some uninitiated 'little girl' to go kill the DA for them. 

The announcement for flight FL-22613 goes off and Layla sighs, shutting off her tablet and replacing it in her bag. Keeping her head down she quickly scurries off towards the gate - not before sneakily leaving a small tip for the waitress she earlier waved off without anyone seeing. Passing through the gate was a nightmare. She didn't realise how high her temper was until she almost snapped at the gate attendant asking her to lower her mask.

She eventually passes through the gate, taking her seat on the airplane before pulling out the tablet, setting it to airplane mode and continuing to write. Thankfully she bought the row of seats, writing gave her peace on planes. One of the only things that still quelled her fear of heights.