<strong>Name:</strong>Hela Gwaed<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outskirts of the city.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early morning. (6:15)<br/><strong>Accent:</strong>Faint hints of English Perceived Pronunciation.<br/><hr/><br/>One of the few modern conscessions that Hela had accepted over the years, was the use and popularity of automobiles. And while she wouldn't admit it, she quite adored the one she was currently driving. A Jaguar D-Type (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/07/1955_Jaguar_XKD_34_left.jpg). In British Racing Green, of course. A D-Type in any other shade was a mortal sin. And while driving, she always wore a pair of racing goggles. And as always, she wore her black leather gloves. Combined with her expensive suit and equally expensive wing-tip shooes, it really made her stand out. Which might seem ironic for the Coven's assassin and master of spies. But it was all part of the image.<br/><br/>And while she didn't always enjoy living in the "new world", she had to admit their highways were perfect to put the Jag's engine through it's paces. And Texas certainly had the perfect climate for driving a D-Type. So it was with a smile on her lips that Hela drove to the outskirts of Huston, and towards the home of a new club manager, despite the damned sunlight that made her feel weak and horrible. One with a known interactions with Vampires. The Princess had instructed her to ensure that the club manager, one  Kamryn Phoenix, amongst two other mortals, were to be at the club tonight. And for miss Phoenix, money, style, and power would be key.<br/><br/>So it was that Hela arrived outside the home of Kamryn Phoenix, heralded by the distinctive roar of the D-Type's potent engines. Parking her car, and climbing out, she pulls off her goggles, and leaves them in her seat as she walks up to Kamryn's home, buzzing the woman's doorbell. Holding her gloved hands together behind her, she smiles politely while waiting for the door to open.