Yet another mission where Gabriel has to babysit a rookie agent.

The black mist that rises from his form curls into the night sky. Aside from his labored breathing, everything is quiet as he leads the way around the compound. It's just one hit—it shouldn't be too hard.

That is, until he suddenly drops to his knees. Clinging to the wall, parts of his body flicker between flesh and wispy smoke.

"Don't you fuckin' touch me," he hisses sharply when you take a step towards him, "I'm fine."