Those guys are either gonna dust you or use you as bait.

I figure me bein' kinda new to this whole thing means this is old hat by now, but seriously? I don't think meaningful progress gets made if you keep resettin' people's brains. Maybe I'm completely outta line here, but that sounds kinda counterproductive, but, hey, what do I know? I'm just the guy who's been workin' this angle since the dawn of creation.

Whatever. I'm back. The Great Outdoors are not as great as previously advertised, but it was kinda worth it, 'cause I'm sure Irene'll be pickin' sticks out of her hair for the next week and, hopefully, she learned something from all that. Unless, of course, the Admiral thinks I'm not doin' my job properly and erases her memory. 'Cause nothing like making a breakthrough just to have it blown up in your face. Yep! Smells like job satisfaction to me.

[Gabe's a little twitchy about the memory loss thing. CAN YOU TELL? It's not even just the fact that it's JD and Dean (and Max and Shawn are still unaccounted for). IT'S THE FACT THAT THE ADMIRAL CAN FUCK WITH PEOPLE THAT ROYALLY AND SCREW HIM OVER TO BOOT. Yeah. Gabe? Don't approve of these shenanigans that he can't control. Wah. Poor angel. Blah, blah, blah.]

[Gabe sounds a little too calm. It's that saccharine calm edge he gets when he's starting to get so unbelievably pissed that he might snap and strangle something in the next ten minutes.]

Okay. Here's a game everyone can play! The rules are simple.

If you hear a hellhound, call me. I'll deal with it. If everything you're throwing at it don't seem to be working, then maybe it's 'cause they don't respond to much of anything except divine intervention. Most of 'em should be gone by now, but there were stragglers and for all I know, they're crafty little sons of bitches.

And, Irene? Sweetheart? The next time I tell you to do something, don't give me lip.