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"Least the muscle didn't snap in half," Gabriel grinned and shook his head slowly. "Oh come now, surely even karma would not be that cruel to its favorite chew-toy," he replied. He had to admit, having James along was rather convenient... for him, anyway. Actually having that particular power was by it's very nature only slightly better than not, but being able to reap the benefits, now that was highly beneficial.

As soon as James was standing on his own again, the thief nodded shortly. "Just a second." With that, Gabriel made himself intangible, which while not actual invisibility did reduce his noticeable presence significantly. A mere precaution, since the guard had been foolish enough to alert no others when he left. The two on either side of him were far enough away that unless they spontaneously decided to do something above and beyond, so to speak, he would not be discovered.

The security system was another matter entirely. Most of those were connected to the Mortix mainframe, which was monitored by a man with impressive observational skills to say the least. That made simply destroying the things an impossibility. He'd have to be much more subtle than that. Mortix warehouses could be harder to steal from than heavily-guarded museums and banks in this sense, but luckily Gabriel had some experience with this. There was simply no way to avoid making a small blip on The Enigma's radar, but the trick was to disguise it to make it look like one of the guards had made a routine mistake with the technology. It could not look like a polished hacker did it, or it would be noticed immediately.

To this end, Gabriel approached the console, keeping to the peripheries of cameras while intangible to reduce the chance of being seen. His face had been caught a few times before, but that was why he had the mask in the first place. Deciding not to mess with the internal wiring (which would certainly set off red flags) he instead mimicked trying to adjust the angle of one of the cameras, using slow, awkward keystrokes. Had to imitate one of these thugs, after all, and there was simply no way they would have the level of technological finesse necessary to complete the task as efficiently as he would like to.

An errant few data entries, and the cameras shut off. He was going to loop them, but he honestly didn't know how closely this warehouse was being watched, and they weren't going to have much time anyway. At least this way it would look stupid, but not necessarily suspicious. Hopefully, Enigma was dealing with more important matters right now. Either way, they had limited time. Gabriel gestured for James to cross the street and join him, and as soon as the man chose to do so, his sometimes-adversary was clasping his shoulder and making them both phase-capable, something only sustainable as long as Gabriel was in contact with the object in question.

He stepped through the wall, pulling James along with him assuming the man didn't struggle or something equally absurd, and then lifted his hand, both of them fading back into more conventional existence. "We're kinda tapped for time, depending on how busy their technician is right now, so try and find anything marked "pharmaceuticals." Mortix has an interesting sense of humor that way. Fire's touch is a red liquid, I think. We don't need a lot, but let me know if you find it before I do."

With that, Gabriel was off at as fast a pace as dignity would allow, perusing ceiling-high stacks of crates, simply pulling merchandise out of them at random when he could not definitively reckon what was inside otherwise.