With their gazes intently deadlocked and the grin never leaving his face, Gabriel peered directly into the olive green of Lilith's eyes. 

"Good to know ya." 

And then he pulled the trigger. 

[i]Click[/i]... [i]Clack[/i].

The duo were surrounded in an instant. Six figures emerged from the shadows of the inner depths of the woods behind them and each brandished a long-gun or handgun of some sort. They were all dressed in brown jackets and either black or beige khakis, some with thigh straps and holsters and others with large hunting knives secured to pistol belts. All of them wore black masks that only covered their faces with a collection of straps that contoured around the back of their heads and met somewhere near their crowns. The masks were completely devoid of anything on the outside save for angrily arched eye lenses that, though black in color, were obviously tinted so each person could easily see what they needed to. Every barrel held steady on Gabriel and Lilith on the ground though the group wisely kept some distance between them and their targets--smart, almost as if learned or trained behavior. Gabriel's finger had only managed to pull the trigger halfway before the unknown mob pounced and his gaze had long since broken with this previous attacker in order to keep eyes on the new, obviously more dangerous threat. He narrowed his eyes. 

"Well, shit," he flatly stated, "And here I thought karma was no longer a fucking thing." 

One of the figures, a taller, slightly bulkier one with a single-barrel shotgun, took two steps forward. He was directly in front of Gabriel which put him to Lilith's rear considering her prior advantageous position. "Now this is a shock," a raspy voice grumbled, "I didn't think we'd catch two of'em at the same time." 

Another figure, clearly feminine in stature and shape, spoke up. "I just wanted the goods, but you all always have to push for just a little more. We got lucky they got into it with each other, but we can't keep relying on luck. This [i]has[/i] to be the last time, at least for a few months." 

"A few months?!" Another lighter, younger male voice exclaimed. His grip on the hunting rifle he held was a little shaky, but he never took his eyes and barrel off the angel and demon. "Fuck that! We took a goddamn break after the last time and now how long's it been since the last job, huh?? We keep takin' fucking breaks, people're gonna quit hirin' us, shit!" 

The female sighed and shook her head. The bulky man stepped closer to the two on the ground and motioned upwards with his shotgun. "Get the hell up. You're both coming with us. There's someone who's gonna wanna meet ya. And don't fuckin' try anything stupid. Even if you take me down, the rest of my group will mow you down before you even get the chance to look their way. And remember, it's not like your kind is immune to good ol' fashioned bullets anymore."