Gabriel listened from the kitchen, grimacing at the discovery. "Damn it." He clenched his first and swallowed down his water to try to get rid of the lump in his throat. Even if he disagreed with NYPD on a fundamental level, they were still good people and he'd worked with many of them extensively over the years.<br/><br/>Once he heard Cat hang up, he returned and began to dress silently. He still needed to get a new shirt, but he wrapped his cloak unceremoniously around himself anyways. It would do for now. Most of his gear was hidden from sight now, but that wouldn't be the case later that day. "If this keeps up, then even the Council might get involved." He grimaced, not looking forward to if they did. Captain Luccio would have his head for not handling the situation. "I think it may be a good idea to talk to the Raiths and put a little pressure on them. Maybe we can find a Malvora or the identity of our warlocks."