As one of the "humans" came stumbling forward out of the darkness, Mithias stood up. He blinked as he recognized the commander, Matt. Obviously, Gabriel had drawn this particular mortal here, and so should have been fully prepared for whatever consequences may have resulted. Mithias noted Gabriel hadn't bothered to disarm the commander prior to bringing him here, but bullets certainly couldn't kill the blooddrinking archfiend. Nonetheless, knowing both their personalities, Mithias knew this exchange was going to be rocky. For one thing, there was no way an ancient vampire was ever going to send advance notice of his location. They always had enemies. So, an arrival such as this was fairly unavoidable. Matt however, like most humans, lacked the ability or desire to discern between vampires and to understand their ways. He would interpret this as an attack, especially since the entire base had been expecting one, and naturally defend himself. 

Inwardly, Mithias winced. He hoped he could keep things civil, lest his ties of blood trump his contract with SOLDIER. He didn't know why Gabriel had chosen this night, this base, this human, or why he always had a fragrant blood-red rose brooch every time he appeared, but he could only assume there was a reason he wasn't mentally manipulating from afar. ...and he partially hoped that reason wasn't merely personal amusement. 

Mithias met Matt's suspicious gaze, feeling tensions predictably begin to rise. Matt was a brave man, but at that instant was wavering on the edge of serious stupidity. The vampire held his hand out in a calming gesture to him, approaching slowly. "Commander, wait. You don't understand the situation." But his words seemed to fall on deaf ears, as Matt had already made a decision. 

As Matt reached for his chakram, the soft sound of vibrating metal could be heard behind those elegant coattails. Words weren't going to cut it, and Mithias would be damned if he didn't at least attempt to save his human commander from the results of pissing Gabriel off. Mid-air, the chakram rung itself around a titanium sword with a clamor, sliding down to the forte as Mithias moved in front of the mysterious and eerie visitor. There was little time to frown before a barrage of bullets followed. Mithias clasped his vambraces together in a mock shield while the projectiles mostly deflected off his armor. "Stop Matt!" He tried to say over the gunfire. 

To a vampire, it seemed to take an eternity, but even commander Matt ceased fire, seeing it futile and against the wrong target. Mithias could only assume any human would have simply been acting out of fear, but he couldn't read minds. 

Not certain where Gabriel had gone to, or if he had moved, Mithias peered over his arms at Matt and sighed heavily. 

"Commander Matt. It is my duty to inform you that Gabriel is an Onyx-class vampire... THE Onyx-class vampire. If you will recall your training, you know that the very fact that you are still in your right mind and that he is revealing himself to you mean that he has peaceful intentions. He has come to talk... to you." Mithias paused a moment, to see if any of this was registering with the human. As he continued, he extended his sword toward the commander, sliding the chakram ring down the blade and stopping it perfectly at the tip for Matt to grab. "This is a vampire that is tens of thousands of years old, Matt. Twenty to thirty times even my age. He knows more about the world than any of us. I urge you to hear him." Mithias and Matt both knew, that although they didn't have any solid evidence against him, Gabriel was technically on SOLDIER's kill-on-sight list. He was feared greatly, simply for what he was.