<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"We'll swing by Dave's, then."  She grinned.  "You'll like him, I think.  Retired full bird colonel in the Air Force, and keeps a damned arsenal in his basement.  Doesn't ask a lot of questions, either.  My dad used to shoot with him -- hell, I shot with him, when I was a kid.  Good teacher."<br/>
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Still smiling, thinking of Colonel Pinney, she changed their trajectory slightly so they'd be visiting his 'compound.'  On the plus side, Dave would also have a vest in her size -- he was better stocked than the NYPD for most tactical needs.  "You didn't answer me about the fear thing.  Can they feed off hidden fear, or just like, overt stuff?  Will they know I'm scared shitless inside, or an I cover it with badass bravado?"</span></span>