[center][h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Maggie Winchester[/color][/b][/i][/h2][/center]

[color=00aeef]"I am all for a road trip and you know it."[/color] She half smiled, taking another big sip from her mug, holding it to her chest as she began to think. Why take the fun out of the job by flying, that was so expensive and they would never be able to harbor the weapons they'd need on a plane! The car would do just fine....

[color=00aeef]"We can't take what we need on a flight. Yes, it would cut down on time but let's be realistic here. No one can bring anything to protect themselves through TSA. What if something happens in the cabin? We are left to dealing with hand to teeth combat."[/color] She sighed, finally bringing the mug down onto the table. [color=00aeef]"We're driving. We'll round up who we can, but I think we are overdue for a trip to the Pacific Northwest. I can call up the East Coast sector and see if they can start to handle it while we figure out the West."[/color] She explained, her mind beginning to organize itself into what needed to be done through their sister sector, and what they could do themselves. 

Creating one large, intertwined community across the country was something that she was actively working on- trying to continue what Sam and Dean had started decades ago. It fell apart after Sam dropped off a little, and even more so when he was focusing on Dean and his other children. Maggie decided to pick up the mantle and attempt at the connection one more time- finding it fruitful and beneficial in terms of keeping up to date on numbers, clusters, covens and packs around the country. 

Even though DJ did research, he mostly just heard whispers from other groups of hunters in the web, or emails sent through to them. It was always gong to be a behind the scenes work in progress in tandem with what they were coordinating at their own central location.