As soon as Gordon caught sight of Hayden and Fitz, he immediately put down his beer and followed them into Abel's room. He entered with baited breath, which was let out as soon as he saw that Abel's foot had been restored. With a sigh of relief and joy, he had drawn Fitz' attention. "What happened?" Fitz turned to Gordon and said, understandably confused. "Follow me." Gordon said as he motioned for the Dean to follow him outside to the lake, making sure no one was around to hear them.
"Atlantean Poachers. They came here claiming to be doctors. Before any of use knew anything, they had cut off Abel's foot. We broke it up and took Abel to his room." Gordon took a seat on the ground near the edge of the lake. "I did something about it and it worked. Now we just gotta deal with Abel's psyche and hope he'll recover fine enough." He didn't know whether he should tell him about the deal he had made with Bronx. It had been completed after all, but Gordon couldn't help but feel worried. He knew the higher ups would have something to say about this. Sure, the poacher's soul had gone to hell, but this was as grey as it got as a Reaper.