"Yes ma'am." Gabriel mumbled, following behind Catherine obediently. He gave Clarkson a wan look when he passed by, somehow managing to convey long suffering at a glance. The sargeant stammered his assent to Cat as they passed him by.<br/><br/>Once the two were comfortably seated in the privacy of her car once more, the man turned to his partner and raised an eyebrow. "I hope you know I'll be punishing you later." He said briskly, unable to suppress his devious smirk anymore. With that said, Gabriel's expression sobered and he returned to the task at hand. "The dark magic in the room was strong and well directed. It's definitely a group of warlocks working through ritual casting, likely using sacrifices as a fueling agent." His lip curled in distaste. "I'm not sure if you noticed, but that narc cop had ThreeEye in his bag. I could smell it."