<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"If something happens to her--" Dave began, his eyes flashing dangerously.  He closed them and took a deep breath.  "You be careful of her, Warden.  You won't like what happens if she comes to harm."<br/>
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Dave gestured abruptly for Gabriel to head up the stairs.  On sublevel two, they found Cat exploring one of several large display cases full of handguns.  "Is your testosterone pissing match finished?" she asked.<br/>
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"For the moment."  Dave kissed her cheek.  "Let me pull out a Glock that matches yours, so you only need one kind of magazine."  He moved towards a cabinet comprised of multiple locked drawers.  <br/>
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While he was occupied, Cat leaned close to Gabriel.  "I hope he wasn't rude.  Dave's a little protective -- he's known me since I was a kid."</span></span>