<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cat looked Gabriel over once more, but couldn't see a reason to disagree with him.  She strode over to Dave and was soon equipped with both Glocks, six magazines, a tactical vest that was filled with shrapnel grenades, two flash bang grenades, and a knife the size of her forearm.  "I'm not going to go all samurai warrior on them," Cat protested, looking at the knife.<br/>
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"Knives don't run out of bullets," Dave retorted.  He helped her into a harness that secured it to her back, on top of the tactical vest.  "Don't pull it unless you need it."  It was no ordinary knife, but he saw no reason to explain it to her.  He glanced at Gabriel -- the Warden could maybe see the enchantments on the blade, but Dave had no intention of telling him either.<br/>
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"Yes, sir."  Cat stretched up to place a kiss on the old man's cheek.  "You're the best, Dave."<br/>
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"Be careful," he ordered.  "I don't want to have to drive out and rescue you."</span></span>