"Since we might not make it back tonight, you wanna, you know, do something here?" he asked.
"There are four hundred and thirty three people within five kilometers waiting for Death," she said. "Though how accurate -"
"I wasn't talking about work," he said.
"You mean…" She was skeptical. "On the beach? Is that where humans do it?"
"Never mind," he said. For some reason, he felt more disappointed. He stood and offered her his hand. "We'll try the portal." He pulled her up and called a portal. The gray door to the underworld was present for him.
"I tried several times," Harmony said. "A few of us did."
"I believe you. Go home. I'll find the others."
She hesitated. "Gabriel, I can stay with you, on the beach. If you want."
"Don't worry about it," he replied. "We'll have time after I rescue the rest of the assassins."
"I'll wait up." She smiled and walked through the portal to the underworld.
Gabe faced the ocean. His gaze went back to the dead man Rhyn wanted him to find. Puzzled, restless, he returned and crouched beside Logan Myers. If Rhyn's Immortals were watching Logan, they'd have known he was dead when Rhyn found Gabe this morning. What was he supposed to be looking for?
With another look around, Gabe left. He had twenty assassins to rescue and countless souls waiting to be claimed. He'd come back later.
Duty first, as usual.