Above the club, on some nearby rooftops, there seems to be a shadowy mass assembling.  Gabriel stands at the edge of a building, looking down, focused on playing out in his mind the way things should go for them, should everyone follow the plan.<br/><br/>"Everything is ready, sir,"  says Joaquin after discussing a few placements by radio.  They have the place surrounded, but just far enough outside of 'radar' that its going to be a complete surprise.<br/><br/>Gabriel nods, closing his eyes a moment, looking almost as if he's in prayer, but in truth, he is clearing his thoughts for a moment.  They stand there, waiting patiently, though still restlessly, with the taste of blood in their thoughts.  Blood.  Death.  Revenge.<br/><br/>Sammie comes scrambling up, he's just a kid and this is his first real 'mission' with the pack.  They tend to be peacekeepers at most, but this..this club...it crosses the line.  The sound is loud enough that it could draw supernatural attention, but with a quick movement, Gabriel has the boy by the throat, hissing, "Don't you make another move."<br/><br/>Sammie damned near pisses himself as he silences, stills, and just stares into the Alpha's eyes.  He croaks, "Yessir."<br/><br/>Gabriel releases him, stepping away from the ledge as he says, "There is no room for mistakes tonight.  We have to go in there in our most vulnerable form so as not to arouse human fear.  This place has to be brought down.  We have to send a very clear, very concise message to those leeches.  We will not tolerate such a blatant disrespect for our territory."<br/><br/>All eyes are upon the pack leader as he speaks.  "There will be no mercy, my family.  We are out for blood..."<br/><br/>The sounds of the others are clear in their intent...not only do they agree, they are intensely into the idea of their mission.  Gabriel leads them down the fire escapes, to the ground level, and they (along with other groups stationed around the club in a safe distance), start moving toward the club.  But its not the group that enters this place.  Gabriel has given orders...and they follow them, no matter how much they dislike it.<br/><br/>Gabriel enters the club alone.<br/><br/>He moves like a ghost through the sea of bodies...a big, tattooed, beautiful golden eyed spectre of sorts...or so it is by his movement.  He runs a hand over his bald head, looks around, and then...he sees some folks in a booth not far away.  His eyes fall first upon Adrianna...and then upon the vampire.<br/><br/>His brow quirks.  His lips smirk.  They now have his full attention.  Whether they want it or not.<br/><br/>Perhaps...there has been a change of plans after all.