"Since that right there was a stroke of unnecessary bad luck, then I would imagine we're even.. Karma and me." Gabriel tended to agree; running into Mortix soldiers was never a favorable situation, regardless of your skill set. Fortunately, these two were out of commission for a while and neither of them was dead. Gabriel generally found killing people distasteful, and he didn't really want to think about what causing enough bad luck to kill someone was likely to do to James. He got a sudden mental image of the man getting hit by a MortixCorp delivery truck and cringed inwardly. Yeah... distasteful or not, if someone had to be killed at some point, that was probably going to be the thief's job.
"Right... well, we should probably get moving. Our destination is just a bit further yet." Fortunately (though he was really starting to reconsider ways to state that a pleasant circumstance existed without referring to fortune), nothing else assailed them on their way, and Gabriel could not detect anyone following them. Granted, he had nothing extraordinary in this capacity, just trained eyes and ears and a healthy dose of self-serving paranoia.
The two men eventually reached a building that didn't particularly stand out from the others, on the outside anyway. It was actually one of the few warehouses around that was occupied in a way that did not suggest a squatter's lifestyle. He had to admit, it was impressive what Charlotte managed to go with the place. Knocking exactly thrice, in a pattern that was distinctly his, Gabriel did not wait for any form of reply before entering. Frankly, they were lucky he didn't just step through the walls. But he did believe in professional courtesy, somewhat.
He stepped through, propping the door open for James, and spotted several familiar faces. "Ah, Peter, John, Miss Genevieve, Miss Charlotte. It has been some time." Gabriel was at least a somewhat-face to just about everyone in the Insurrection, though Charlotte was his contact person. "I take it Gregory is out at the moment?" That much was obvious, but he said it anyway before moving right along. "Everyone, this is James. He'll be receiving half my fees today," the last half the comment was directed mostly at Charlotte. "James, these are a few of my... closest friends." A good-natured joke. Though he was a fairly-common sight around here, he was far from a member. This was not to say, of course, that he disliked any of them. Being an amiable person generally, Gabriel was also highly-tolerant, which meant that somehow he could like both Gene and Alan at the same time, and regardless of their feelings on the subject, no less.
Moving a little further in, he observed that Gene must be on a buzz at the moment; she had that particular look on her face. Extracting the vials from his pocket, he handed them to Charlie. "The amount was never specified, but we obtained a fair bit, just in case." Gesturing for James to hand his over as well, Gabriel took a seat on the lounge opposite the one the three insurrection members occupied, taking note of all the food on the coffee table and deciding that there had been a full-organization meeting this morning, which almost surely meant that Gregory had something up his sleeve. Interesting...