They would have to hope for the best. Uriel turned his attention to the skies; there were no stars that gave any light even the moon did not smile brightly down upon them. It was as if the skies knew about the oncoming war.
"Let us get off the roof," Gabriel said and walked to the roof door.
Michael and Uriel exchanged a look before following Gabriel through the door. Big plans had to be made for this. They could not exactly go in guns blazing… That would be welcoming death soon. They climbed down the stairs and waited for Gabriel to open the door to his apartment floor.
There was no soul moving, the silence was creepy but welcomed. They walked to Gabriel's apartment door and he opened it. Gabriel tried to switch on the light but nothing came on a low growl could be heard.
"We have been made," Michael whispered and backed from the door.
