<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cat tapped the pen against her notebook.  "So... your guy in Chicago used the magical equivalent of a tommy gun, and we're looking for somebody using a sniper rifle."  She shrugged out of her blazer and rolled the sleeves of her blouse up, settling in for serious work.  "Okay, two questions.  If it were a sniper rifle, I'd have some sort of ballistics that would identify it.  Is there some sort of magical equivalent?  And... second question."  She dug in her pocket, located an elastic band, and pulled her hair back into a ponytail.  "If he were a sniper, I'd be looking for how he got that expertise so... how do you determine a warlock's skill, and where can I track that?"<br/>
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She leaned forward over the photos.  "If it takes so much energy to do this... why use this method?  Shock and awe, maybe, but isn't it risky, too?"  Picking up a crime scene photo, Cat looked at Gabriel over it with one eyebrow raised.  "Is that thing in Chicago common knowledge?  Would another warlock know that somebody had used that MO and is now dead?"</span></span>