Gabriel stood in the shower, deep in thought. His mind went back to the tracer had had found while en route to his house. Silently, he thanked the little device he had. Unfortunately, it may have fried the girl's cell phone if she had one. This was why Gabriel did not carry electronics on him. Once activated, the device would slowly destroy any electronics in Gabriel's immediate area (only about a foot away or so). The little tracker had begun to make noise, and Gabriel ditched it far away from his home.<br/><br/>He began to wonder why these people hounded him so much. Whoever this guy was, he was more than met the eye. he was almost admirable, had it not been for his lack of human safety and his abysmal attitude. The night was beginning to come to a close, the next day seeming weeks away. Gabriel continued his shower, wondering why this had happened, and why he was prepared for nearly everything thrown at him. And what of the girl? Of his brother? The Tracer Man, the Snow Man and the Agent?<br/><br/>He needed allies. There wasn't any way that he would befriend the Agent; after all, the agent was trying to kill his brother. The Snow Man was also after his brother, so he was out of the question. That left the Tracer Man. Why did he hound Gabriel and the girl? What was his attitude? What was his name and what was his purpose? Something bigger was going on, and Gabriel felt like the only one to notice it. Hell, maybe he was. Him and the Agent. The other two, and the girl, probably had no idea. And he couldn't confront the two hostiles because both were rash. It was an impossible situation.<em>What the hell is wrong with that Tracey guy?</em><br/><br/>Gabriel leaned against the shower wall, letting the water pour over his head. There were two options. Either leave the city, far away, or meet with the Tracer Man and propose a deal. But, for that to happen, he needed to know what Tracer wanted. For a moment, he had actually considered going towards the tracer and meeting the man. Not a good idea.