<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Dave is unlikely to make a fuss unless you walk in naked -- and then it would be because it was a safety hazard," Cat said dryly.  "You're fine."<br/>
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She considered what he said about fear, nodding slowly.  "Well.  I'm not going to give them the satisfaction of displaying it -- no fear meals from this badass chick."  Cat winked at him.  "The only one going to be eating me is you."<br/>
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They were only ten minutes away from the postage-sized square of land that Pinney called home.  There was a modest single-family dwelling visible.  Cat strode up to the door and knocked twice, then tapped the door knocker.  "Dave, it's Cat.  I brought a friend -- need a favor."<br/>
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There was a clicking noise, barely audible, and then a voice over a speaker.  "Come on in, then.  I'm down on three."<br/>
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Cat grinned and opened the door, gesturing for Gabriel to follow her.  The room visible was immaculately neat -- too neat.  She bypassed the showcase quality room and opened a closet to the left, revealing a set of metal stairs.  "Welcome to Narnia," she quipped, and began trotting down the three flights of stairs to Dave.</span></span>