"If I couldn't blow things up myself, I'd need to go back to angel-school." Not that there had ever been an angel school, and if there had been some equivalent he would have been one of the teachers there (mostly specialising in the arts), but eh, details. The levity was helping him keep his head.
"You don't need traffic to crash this thing," Gabriel grumbled, fumbling for the edges of the wardrobe door and then one of the drawers, the one which contained all of Sylvester's paperwork--which didn't include his clandestine communications with Masa, or anything else Gabriel had discovered Sylvester had gotten up to on the shady side of the law. He flapped his hand at it. "Instruction manual's somewhere in there. Just keep an eye on the control-stick, it's a bit loose sometimes."
Despite his sudden apparent confidence, the archangel's heart was beating quickly against his ribs, and his hands trembled faintly with adrenaline.
Liam says we can find evidence the Doctor hasn't been around in a while, btw
"You don't need traffic to crash this thing," Gabriel grumbled, fumbling for the edges of the wardrobe door and then one of the drawers, the one which contained all of Sylvester's paperwork--which didn't include his clandestine communications with Masa, or anything else Gabriel had discovered Sylvester had gotten up to on the shady side of the law. He flapped his hand at it. "Instruction manual's somewhere in there. Just keep an eye on the control-stick, it's a bit loose sometimes."
Despite his sudden apparent confidence, the archangel's heart was beating quickly against his ribs, and his hands trembled faintly with adrenaline.