[^]Make up your minds! We're a team darn it[^]<br/><br/>Gabriel was just about to turn down the alleyway after "Bunny" here, when the other estrogen wridden member of their crew decided his mode of transportation simply wasn't good enough. Jeeze, women, am I right? His hearing had come around, eventually, just in time to hear the candy red van pull around beside the alley. He had just began to pick up his hard suit, and the hammer had clattered to the ground.<br/><br/>"Alright ears, overruled. We've got a new driver, and she looks angry." Gabriel hoisted the huge hunk of metal over his left shoulder like it was barely a duffle bag. The hammer he dragged on the ground with a tentive look toward the curb. Slowly he thought, a mass of fantastic ideas swirling about his minds eye at so rapid a speed it could make a normal man's head spin. Where would they go? Did they even have enough time to get there? Was the corperationeven serious with that last approach? No none of these were the things Gabriel was contemplating.<br/><br/>Behind the enigma that was his rigid face, a fleeting position on the hill of brilliance began to escape him. He must act fast, lest the taste of victory be taken from him by the hit and run of life, leaving him lying on the unhappy pavement of failure. The advirsary that faced him so possessed the ability to do so, I assure you, and Gabriel was not one to be beaten so easily. So our hero triumphantly proclaims<br/><br/>"SHOTGUN!!!" With a brisk walk towards the back of the vehicle. He slung its back trunk open, and lay the hard suit over its back seat like a shirt over the back of a chair. The hammer barely lodged itself beside its head, and Gabriel slammed the hatch on its butt, cracking the glass a bit. Well its not like she could see past the suit anyways. He took his throne in the passenger side of their new ride and, waiting for their third party to join the squad,  looked in Niva's direction. "So where two miss 'I'm in charge now because I'm part of the government which technically is in charge of us but Gabriel isn't a U.S. citizen so technically im still not in charge of him' you know that's a long name you should think about getting it changed..." He said with his eyebrow raised to Niva, adjusting his Aviators which hadn't fallen off during all the ruckas, amazingly.