"Rather than a Tommy Gun, I'd say it's more comparable that the Shadowman used a shotgun. Our guy definitely uses the magical equivalent of a sniper." Gabriel expanded, nodding in agreement. "As for the warlock's skill and how he got it... I'm afraid I can't say." As much as he hated keeping information from Catherine when she'd been so forthright, their warlock was likely working with a major power and that wasn't something he could involve humans in for a variety of reasons. Top reason was Catherine's safety, she didn't seem like the type to let something like this go easily despite the danger level, and reason number two was the unspoken rule of the supernatural to keep human law enforcement out of it. As a representative of the council, Gabriel had diplomatic reasons to consider as well.<br/><br/>"Shock and awe is a definite possibility," he admitted, considering the brutal nature of the crime scene. "Just as likely is a lack of ability to finish the job otherwise. Many of these warlocks lack the skill to fight in a headlong fight and, for many, they lack the willpower to be present when the light dies out from their victim's eyes." Pursing his lips, Gabriel sighed and rolled up his own sleeves, preparing himself to get down to the gritty work. When doing so, he revealed knotwork tattoos crisscrossing his arms and extending further up under the remaining sleeves. The work looked almost tribal in nature and was etched in an angry red color vibrant on his pale skin.<br/><br/>"We've done the best we can to suppress information on the Chicago case." The Irishman answered aloud, frowning once more. "Theres little chance that a new Warlock would be able to get his hands on the information, much less do anything about it."<i>Unless they were helped by a greater power</i>, he conveniently thought to himself.