Gabriel arched a raven-black eyebrow as he read the "leave of absence" letter.<br/><br/>Since selling himself back to the company his parents and sister relied on for their comfort and survival, Gabriel had mostly put all of his expensive tech and advanced training to work as a bodygaurd for Jessica on the job.<br/><br/>He supposed, with his heavy emphesis on non-lethal weaponry and archaic armaments in modern incarnations, he wasn't considered much use to the companies black opps department.<br/><br/>Still, he'd had a few "unoficial" assingments, and could guess well enough that this pink slip was nothing more than plausible deniablity.<br/><br/>The tall, lanky, but very powerful man quickly packed up his apartment into his rucksack, putting his trusty powered paintball gun into his shoulder holster, his monokatana and bo-ken tucked through his belt, and his monoknife in a mocasin.<br/><br/>Throwing the rucksack over his shoulder he stepped out and headed up a flight of stairs towards his sister's apartment, meaning to let her know he'd be gone for a while.<br/><br/>Gabriel was very tall, head and shoulders above most folk in the apartment building at seven foot even, and looked a lot more Cheyene than he really was despite the beaded leather longcoat and the raven feathers in his long raven hair.<br/><br/>He knocked lightly on Jen's door with his white plastic coated and airbrushed cybernetic arm, and, if she answered, would find him, not in his "formal" black silk shirt, slacks and tie beneath the anachonistic buckskin longcoat, mocasins, and fingerless glove on his right hand, but in the more casual karate cut black jeans and synthsilk button down shirt with the sexy samurai elfmaid wearing white and gold drawn anime fashion.