Gabriel smiles, as he sees his son fly out in his little toy plane. What a rebellious boy. He needed a stern hand, Gabriel was sure, but he believed that if he let the child explore the world on his own, he'd eventually get over his daddy issues. It was getting rather silly, but he shouldn't encourage the poor boy. He was simply going through a phase, he'd be done in a few hundred years. Gabriel spoke to Varomere through the speakers. "You should retract that, m'boy. I'm quite wanted, and the higher-ups wouldn't think twice about blanketing this area in bombs. Which would be very effective, were it not for all the poor SOLDIERs who would be caught in the blast." Gabriel walked on, knowing that Vladomere's conscience would prevail. Simply because he disagreed with his son's morality did not mean he couldn't use it. And it didn't hurt to remind the boy of how harmful this morality was to his chances of victory every now and then.
Gabriel approached the man he believed to be in charge. A single guard had the balls to stop him, but Gabriel simply made him shoot himself in the leg. Not fatal, it wouldn't do to start off a diplomatic expedition in such a fashion, but enough to ensure he would not be disturbed. He opened the door, and found the CO of Kilo Point, a man he had heard was called 'Matt' sitting at his desk. Fantastic, negotiations could begin early."Greetings. I'm sure you know who I am. Introductions, as such, are rather meaningless. Now, I would ask to negotiate for the vampiric side of events."