Circle of Creation. A shadow of it's former glory. Striker didn't think anything so poetic as he shoved open the door that needed it's frame looked at. Wood expansion or loose hinges, something was making it stick but unfortunately there were bigger issues to attend to and there was only so much time and so many Arrows to look after the place.
He pulled out his phone and looked at the time. 9pm. The others should be here soon. He wondered how the conversation would go, not really knowing. Crowley was a good friend of that much he was sure. Miach was dependable though seemed to have been hanging around in the background for a while. Maybe he just hadn't noticed what they were doing because he'd been spending too much time making an arse of himself.
Time to find out what their cabals did and if he could help.