<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">It was a little like being in a bad B-movie, Cat decided -- the cloak and dagger shit.  She dressed in something nondescript -- bootcut jeans that hid her combat boots, Star Wars t-shirt (Nerd was chic, after all) covered by a Yankees hoodie.  It was suitably casual, completely unlike her normal attire.  The hoodie had the added advantage of allowing her plenty of coverage to hide her gun, badge, and other accouterments.  She wasn't about to attend a clandestine meeting without her Glock.  <br/>
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With her hair down, dressed as she was -- she looked younger, and softer.  It was pure illusion.  She ordered coffee with a fake simper -- an expression she only ever used 'undercover' but practiced just enough to keep looking genuine -- and waited for Gabriel to show.  She was curious as hell, and she had some intel of her own to share.</span></span>