"This is nothing like the Council," Gabriel complained under his breath, watching the sergeant march down the line and inspect the soldiers.

You had said it was like the Council. To some degree. Frankly, the military wasn't very useful amymore. They just monitored the warmachines, since it was 'The New Peace' and all.

The sergeant had noticed Gabriel's reluctance, standing in front of him and having an air of authority despite being almost four feet shorter than the archangel.

Needless to say, the man humiliated him. Him! The Right Hand.. You sat beside him in the mess hall, taking a bite of the shitty spaghetti they served. Gabriel had his helmet in his hand, exasperated.

"It's like the Council." He mocked, a scowl evident in his voice.