Gabriel smiled when he took Angelâ€™s hand and lead her to the van slowly. â€œWell, I can start by saying youâ€™re just as stubborn as she is,â€ he began, just to strengthen the bond even if it was subtle. That bitch was a touchy subject with him, and if she was expecting pictures she was doing to be sorely disappointed. It was going to take a lot of time to get her to trust him completely. That had been far too easy getting her to cooperate; he had been expecting her to tell him to prove himself. Perhaps it was her young age that told her to come with some random strange showing up out of nowhere and claiming to be her father. To the best of his ability he was going to be the father she deserved to have, hiding her from those people who had kept her from him.<br/><br/>It was about an hour drive to the house just outside of town; it was just a typical town home, nothing special about it. After Butch had dropped them off Gabriel felt that things were a lot more peaceful. There was a lot of catching up he needed to do with Angel, and he decided to just dive right in.<br/><br/>â€œYouâ€™re welcome to anything I have.â€ Gabriel said after he showed her inside. â€œMy house is your house. Diner will be an hour and a half.â€ The house was fairly small but at least there were two bedrooms, probably something that was a lot different than she had been use to living with those other people, but it was nice. Right now the spare bedroom was just a place to put extra things, he didnâ€™t have the time to clean it up, but it would soon be filled with whatever Angel desired. At first he would spoil her even though he had a feeling she has had enough of that already. Gabriel would only be strict when she acted out of line, promising that he would not be cruel. Now that he was reunited with his long lost daughter he was going to have to change a lot of his ways and do what he could to keep Angel away from the people he associated himself with.<br/><br/>He would have to arrange a meeting to set up preparations later. Leaving town was not going to be easy, especially with a girl as important as Angel. It would have to be subtle and the people he knew could do just that. Only the most trusted people were taken in under his wing to work for him, if any let him down he was going to mount their head over his fireplace.<br/><br/>-------------------------<br/><br/>Upon being woken up rather rudely he nearly jumped out of bed. He glared at the man known as Jack, a  man he knew oh too well. â€œSon of a bitch!â€ He snarled through clenched teeth. â€œDonâ€™t you fucking know how to knock? Or have any mannersâ€¦ or sense of, of I donâ€™t know, respect when someone is sleeping after working a few thirds shifts in a row? Jesus Christâ€¦â€ Having been sleeping on his back he rolled over onto his side and sat up on the bed. He yawned and then stretched, rubbing the back of his neck to give himself a moment to let the sleepiness. So much for his peaceful day offâ€¦. First that bitch calls him and now this fucking jackass decides to wake him up.<br/><br/>â€œNot fit for the job? Go fuck yourself.â€ He spat, â€œIâ€™ll take as long as I want thank you very much.â€ He took his dear time actually getting out of his bed and grabbing some clothes from his closet before heading into the bathroom to clean up. Had he known this was a right away thing he might have rethought his decision. If they didnâ€™t hang blackmail over his head he might have thought about telling the man to shove it and go back to sleep.<br/><br/>-------------------------<br/><br/>Once he finished looking through everything he threw back a shot of wine and placed everything in a neat pile at the end of his desk. He stared at the ceiling for awhile, allowing everything to sink in. Mostly the faces of the men would be remembered like always but there was one name that stood out to him and he was not really sure why; it seems a man he once knew, Simon, was also involved with this. Simon Fitzgerald. That was a name he has not heard since his days in the IDF. He was not sure when he was hired by these people but they probably offered him a hell of a lot of money to get him on their side. Simon usually followed those who could pay him the most, he could care less about power or any other bribes that dangerous people often threw at people to join them, only caring about fortune and luxuries.<br/><br/>Normally he was not someone who cared about revenge or vendettas but this man was not someone he liked very much. He would have been better off not knowing that this man existed. Part of him knew that they showed him these files knowing he would gladly take care of Fitzgerald.<br/><br/>A smirk formed on his lips as he threw back some more wine, wondering how he was going to take out these men, if he would go after Simon first. Going after Simon first thing was not going to be wise since apparently he was associated with a man named Gabriel Cannery. This was definitely going to be interesting. With the short amount of time he had to prepare he should get moving right away, decide where to start once he was ready. This was probably going to be the last time he has any time for himself and he should spend it wisely. What better way than with a few more shots of wine to help relax? Call him crazy, but he says bring it on, he couldnâ€™t wait to see the look on Simonâ€™s face right before he pulls the trigger.