Points Of Contact (invite)

["The HellCat" Hayley Jonas]

The name of the place was 5 Pointz. Located in Long Island City in Brooklyn, NY, it was a practical museum of street art. The name of this warehouse turned canvas symbolizes the artists of the 5 boros of New York coming together to show their expressionism the their artwork. The outside and inside was adorned with "tags" from artists around the world, but not just anyone could come in and "get up".

It was a place Hayley had to check out when she heard of it. Being one who was heavily into graffiti growing up in Detroit, she even wondered if she would see some pieces from others she was familiar with in her hometown all the way here.

Anything to get her mind off of the ever-increasing desire to hunt Lilith Creighton down and rip out her vital organs in alphabetical order.

It was another cold afternoon in the Big Apple. Hayley had herself wrapped up in an thick camoflage goose down coat and blue jeans with black leather New Rock Cuna Bandas strapped over them. Her hair was tucked under a black hoodie that pulled and hung over her face.

There was a mix of people looking around. Tourists and locals from around town came to check the place out...helps that it's free admission. Hayley just pretty much blended in, as much as well-known sports entertainer could, and especially considering her choice of dress (have you seen those boots?). A couple people asked for autographs, joked about how badly she was going to annihilated Lilith, nothing out of the ordinary. She was having a pretty good time there.

Then, she looks over to her left and it looked like someone else was coming over to her. This one though was actually familiar. In fact, she had seen this person before, back at 1 Penn Plaza. She raises an eyebrow.

Okay...how in the hell do you of all people find yourself all the way out here in Brooklyn? I'm surprised you're out here all by yourself...

[Lilith]

... It was not exactly easy.

Talk about standing out. Katja, being all but five feet and one inches tall. Barely over one hundred pounds. And of course in one of her trademark little French styled one piece dresses. Her dress Sunday-Styled shoes click and clack as she scuffles along. Her long twin-tailed ponytails almost reach the ground as she walks along. Trying her best to ignore the various stares of people as she wades through them. Indeed. Katja did not fit in here...

So why WAS she here?

I got lost at least three times. I don't like this City... no offense. It's just too big. To vast and difficult to get around... and if one more person asks me how old I am I swear to God-

Hey! Can I get a picture of that get up-

Katja promptly turns to her right and slaps the camera down out of the Man's hands. She scowls at him with puffed up cheeks before he lets out a burst of laughter and runs back to his friends.

Dude, dude check it out. French Maid Lolita got all huffy and puffy on me bro'.

... I hate this City..

Katja lowers her head for a moment before stamping her foot down on the fallen camera with anger. Bastards. She hated looking this young. Nothing but trouble her entire life. You have any idea how hard it is to find a date to your senior prom when you look fifteen tops? Didn't get much better when she passed eighteen. First time she entered a bar?...

... They called the cops on her.

Katja balls up her fists and wipes the thought from her mind. She was here for a reason. And even though she was... somewhat hesitant about if it was a WISE idea. She'd made her mind up about it the night before. She turns to face Hayley with a heavy sigh as she hangs her head somewhat.

You know... I understand my employer is.. a difficult person to deal with. But the more you and Kenjiha antagonize her, the harder my job becomes. I know I know... collateral damage of working for Lilith. Anyway... in order to make MY life easier.. and hopefully expedite the entire situation...

.....

I've come to help put a dent in the machine.

I doubt anyone can ever actually shut Lilith up. I've been reading up a lot on the file my predecessor left me on her. Some of it is... less than flattering, and definitely contains things I did not wish to ever know about any boss past present or future..

... I'm already taking a big risk by meeting with you period. regardless of where it is. I can't...

I can't give you all of the information. I may not exactly 'like' Lilith, but she is technically my boss. And more than likely has ways of making me suffer.. after reading up on her ex... tensive logs, I have a disturbing idea of how she 'punishes' females in her life...

... Ugh.. but.. in order to help this process along..

..

I can give you information that I have come across very recently. Information involving Lilith, and the current roster of XWA. Connecting to people ASIDE from yourself and Miss Amber Gianni.

Tsk tsk. Bad little Lolita. Bad.

["The HellCat" Hayley Jonas]

Hayley's eyebrow raised again. Lilith's pint-sized assistant had came all this way to actually help the woman her "boss" was going to be her possible executioner? This seemed too good to be true. Actually, in Hayley's mind, there's a word for this kind of thing...

...a trap.

Now, exactly how can I trust any information that's coming from my arch-nemesis' closest known associate? You can't possibly have not believed I turned on the "suspicion switch" the second I laid eyes on you out here.

[Lilith]

I'm not stupid.

I'm in enough potential risk with Lilith. I'm not going to add you to that list. Just because I can defend myself doesn't mean I wish to engage in combat with a potential army. Lilith may only have a few supporters, but you have quite a number of them. Adding pissing her off AND you off doesn't bode well for my chances of survival. Despite her exterior beliefs, Lilith knows she has weaknesses. And she keeps them well documented in order to find 'solutions' to them. All human beings have weaknesses. Lilith is no exception.

Katja slowly pulls a long sleeved envelope from a secret compartment laced into the back of her dress. She holds it in her hands for a moment. Considering the actual situation. She was not simply doing this to make her own job easier. She had read what Lilith was capable of doing under heavy stress. She'd rather not see that take place in this City. She may not like the place, but it is currently her 'home'. She and Lilith shared little, little in common. But they both came from Homelands which had been ravaged by War and Destruction at the hands of other countries, and at their very own.

Katja was very protective of any place she called 'Home'. Nobody would threaten that. Nobody.

... I don't like doing this. I really don't. I don't like Lilith. She's quite manipulative, insanely bitter, filled with anger issues too vast to count. She's quickly prone to violence, tirelessly obsessive over 'prey' - The list goes on and on...
.. But she is my boss. But more importantly...

.. She is my Step-Father's boss... I am related to Iggy Lezzard. The last assistant Lilith had. No matter what she did, in the notes he left me... he always claimed he could see some sort of... 'gentle spark' within her reasoning for doing so...

... I don't like to speak ill of the Dead.. but my Step-Father was either clearly crazy or simply living in denial..

I do not want what little memory he may have of her... 'wherever' he is.. to be marred by any outstandingly evil actions she takes in this City... because of Amber;

Because of you.

This... envelop contains information about Lilith...

... And Mr. Taylor.

Katja grips the edges of the envelope firmly. She lowers her head. Slowly shaking it back and forth. She didn't know if there was an 'Afterlife'. She wasn't the religious one who resided in Lilith's suite. As insanely difficult as it is to believe;

Lilith was.

But she did know that if there was indeed a form of 'carrying on' after one's death. She refused to let the only person she'd known as 'Family' be dissapointed by his former employers actions. She didn't know how on Earth Iggy could see anything even closely resembling 'Gentle' in Lilith... but she didn't want to risk finding out he was horribly... horribly..

Wrong.

.. The connection between Lilith and Mr. Taylor is not a well kept secret true enough... but this package contains far more than the public mask of 'The Familia'. It should certainly prove to be useful against Lilith...
.. I'm not sure if a human being exists on this Planet who can 'Blackmail' her.... but it will definitely strike more than a nerve or two.. if you want the information, it is yours...

.. Otherwise.. I'll find someone else.

["The HellCat" Hayley Jonas]

Gentle? That was one word that you didn't associate with Lilith, from even back when Hayley had first met the woman. She was a bitter human being. Resentful. Combative. But gentle? That wasn't a stretch, it was a complete contraction.

But still, this envelope in Katja's hands, and the contents therein...she thought to be something worth the trouble she went through to bring it here and present it to Ms. Jonas. Plus...she didn't like Lilith. That was always a bonus. Nobody outside of couple of awe-struck "love slaves" of the woman's past ever "liked" Lilith. She was a pain in the ass just knowing her on the clock, but 'round the clock? Enough of her was probably enough to lead one to...






...doing exactly what Katja was doing right now.

Babe...you got my attention. You sound legit to me. Let's see what you've got to show.

[Lilith]

.....

Katja slowly hands the envelope over to Hayley. Hayley J. Hayley Jonas. One of the people ranked within the Top Five on Lilith's insanely long Revenge List. She had to believe what she was doing was right... if not, she'd of collapsed the night before at the very thought of running a risk against the woman. She had a healthy fear of Lilith. Not because of the woman's 'persona'. Not because of the woman's 'reputation'. But because of the woman's 'past'. The Past will always find you. And whenever it had found Lilith, it had dragged those AROUND HER down instead of her herself. Katja had no idea what kind of trickery her employer was using in order to delay the 'inevitable' but it was outstanding to say the least... Maybe, all of this..

Was in hopes to save herself, from her Boss' 'Curse'.

.. Do me a favor, Miss Jonas. Whatever you decide to do with that information... try your best to make sure it's when I'm NOT around her.. I doubt I'll be able to get away with this clean and free period. But a little warning time in order to distance myself for personal safety?... That'd be swell.

Katja hangs her head somewhat. It was the right thing. It was the right thing. She was doing the right-wrong right thing. She had to believe in it. If you could have stopped Hitler before his march over the hills, would you? Sure it was an extreme comparison, but it was one Katja was clinging to desperately for dear life right now. Lilith was 'The Kiss of Death'. Not because of some little move she used in the ring. She'd obviously been reading the verbal warfare between her employer and... everyone else. Hayley had some good points.

Whatever company Lilith was in, falls down around her.

Not 'kneels' at her presence as her employer would like to believe. They had all literally gone under. Every, single, company Lilith was in. Had been destroyed. Some directly by her influence, others indirectly through backstage politics. It was arrogant of anyone to believe one person could be the lynch-pin to an entire company's destruction. Not even Katja believed it was JUST Lilith that single handled brought about ruin to the company's before...

....

But she knew her boss had a damn fine hand in it.

... My private card is in the envelope. If you have any questions or any.. warnings. Or anything at all, you can contact me at that number. Lilith isn't aware of it... as far as I can tell. I'm not contracted under XWA officially. I have no 'managerial' tasks I need to legally fulfill, and no personal ties to anybody on the roster. Male or Female. I'm as neutral as one can possibly be...

.. Aside from working for Lilith.

You can choose not to trust me after you've seen the info if you like. Just know, I obviously have no way of protecting you, or anyone else in this company. I have no opinion on you, good or bad. I believe you're probably a good person at heart underneath all of the venom Lilith is bringing out of you. And I'm sure your fans feel the same way...

....

But if it were not for my alignment to Lilith, I'd of had nothing to do with you or this company. I'm not an 'ally'. Nor am I an 'enemy'. I'm just...

An 'Observer'.

Katja slowly turns away from Hayley, beginning her resentful trot through the crowd from whence she came. It was the right thing. She had done the right thing. She HAD to do the right thing.. but why did it feel so... confusing? Doing the right thing, doing the wrong thing. They had never been situations Katja HERSELF had to be concerned with. She had been raised at an early age by Iggy's partner to simply be an 'Observer'. As was the entire line before her. As was Iggy. Assistants come and go. But 'Observers' are rarities. She was never supposed to directly interfere with her employers work...

... So why did she with Mr. Taylor?
And why was she now?...

....

If only she knew.

Katja softly mumbles incoherently under her breath as her Sunday-Style shoes continue to scuffle along the pavement. Simply squirming her way through the crowd. And slowly out of sight.

["The HellCat" Hayley Jonas]

Hayley was thinking pretty much the same thing. If she was just an "observer", then why did she just hand over this...whatever it was?

There were a whole bunch of questions running through Hayley's head as the chibi-Russian vanished into the crowd. She looked at the envelope in her hands for a few moments.

Hey, wait a minute...

When she looked up though, Katja was gone. Vanished into the crowd. Hayley looked around for a minute or two. Small as she was, the girl wasn't exactly hard to miss, but she did indeed make her exit. She looked again at the envelope, then slipped into one of the pockets of her coat. Whatever was inside of it, she wasn't going to look at it out here.

Guess I've got some "Sunday Reading" tonight.

TBC