"Elliott?" Aziraphale's frown took on a look of confusion, as if trying to reconcile the young man who came to him with an emailed question to the Bureau with the young man apparently willing to take a job with them. "But he's so ...nice. Surely he wouldn't get mixed up with the likes of them."

Anthony's hand anchored him as a chill ran up his spine. A medical department.

"No." His eyes went wide as his mind shuffled through all the various implications of the Bureau having a medical department--from the innocuous 'it could just be first aid' to the altruistic 'they have access to other worlds, perhaps they are using it for good research' to the outright sinister. Sinister won out and his next most pressing thought was don't tell Alec. "Did he mention what they might be doing? There, in the medical ward?"