Finding the place hadn't been too much of an issue. Of the various overhauls and upgrades that Gabriel had made to the car that Peter had gotten him, a GPS system had been one of them, tweaked and perfected to work right along side the security system for the Hyperion. He'd found the perfect pathway to the base and had the computer track him just in case something happened. It wasn't that he didn't trust Oracle. He'd been talking to her long enough to know that she wasn't a psycho hiding behind a competent mask, but it was better to be safer than sorry in this place. They'd all learned that several times over.
Pulling into a parking area, Gabriel climbed out of the car, closing and locking it behind him before heading towards the plane hangar, keeping his eyes peeled. He was supposed to be looking for a redheaded woman, and if his assumptions proved to be right, he knew exactly which redheaded woman he was looking for. Whether he'd have to keep playing dumb or not was the question of the day, but he figured that it would benefit both of them if he did. He had read enough to understand how this worked. For any of this to work, they all needed their separate identity, someone who wasn't quite themselves even if at the same time, they were.
It helped to keep things separate.
Stepping into the hangar, Gabriel's gaze lingered on the plane for a long moment for his eyes moved down to spot Barbara, a soft smile spreading across his face. Assumptions confirmed.
"I suppose I would have been fooling myself to expect anyone else," Gabriel called as he closed the distance between them.