"I have a general idea. He's nothing if not predictable," Gabriel pulls a face. "And me? I want you to do what you and the Banana Brothers always do. Take a carefully, well laid out plan and drop kick the entire playbook straight to Mars. After that - spork that windbag with something shiny and silver."

"Not sure I can finesse a jailbreak outta here, but that doesn't mean I'm going to give up. So you, eyes on the prize. Whack Metatron and open up the freaking doors again before the veil ruptures."

Because Gabriel was a big fan of being alive. But right now there were much bigger issues that needed dealing with.