"What kind of advice?"Sarah checked her weapon, made sure it was secure in her holster. "The kind that might keep her alive. The kind that says don't wait for us to save you, because by the time we can legally intervene, it might be too late. The kind that says trust your bodyguard, trust your instincts, and be ready to run if you have to. Get a firearms license and shoot the bastard if she gets a chance.""Sarah, that's not exactly protocol. What if she repeats it?""Fuck protocol." The words ...