"Oh, a roadtrip! How fun!" Crowley said excitedly. It was a blessing indeed- a chance to do some good in the world while at the same time getting to know his new teammates over the drive. Admittedly, it was only a two hour drive, but that'd be plenty of time, right? Cooper, Front, and Mendez. New friends sent by God.

Slathering lox onto a bagel and pouring a cup of tea, Father Crowley returned to his quarters, humming along to music only he heard. Grabbing his old Army duffel out of the closet, he tossed it onto the bed and began to pack. Choosing clothes was not terribly difficult for a member of the clergy- it was black with white collars the whole way. A pair of combat boots- by the sound of Smith's description, there'd be some outside work done. Toiletries, of course. With a sigh and shake of the head, he included a box of 9mm ammunition, a gun-cleaning kit, and the handgun he just been issued. They had offered him a wide selection of firearms, and he had gone for continuity after trying out several different sidearms at the range the night before. The Army had called it an M11. Civilians called it a SIG P228, so Father Crowley supposed he would call it that. This would be a bit of an adjustment. 

With that, Crowley next packed his real weapons- a well-worn Bible, a crucifix, a vial of holy water, his Army-issued communion kit. Should he encounter whatever lay on the other side of reality, he felt more confident in these tools than any firearm. 

Packed, Crowley made sure he had a few other necessities. His wallet, resplendent with the badge he had been given just last night. A Sony laptop computer, neatly tucked into a shoulder bag. And, of course, a handful of jazz CDs for the drive, unless his companions would prefer silence.

His bags packed, Crowley carefully shut off the lights and locked his door before taking the elevator down to the parking garage. There, he politely waited for his comrades to join him.