[Crowley doesn't go far. Just about as far as his temper will allow him, which is over to the beach where the dock was. Failed plans all around again. He folds up his wings and drops down to the ground to get pressure off his leg.
He looks at his tablet again.]
"Direct result of poor planning and lack of transparency."
no subject
He looks at his tablet again.]
"Direct result of poor planning and lack of transparency."
Fucking ridiculous.