 How are Helen and Gabriel Lockhard similar?
Bodyguard By CHRISTOPHER GRIMM Illustrated by CAVAT [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction February 1956. When overwhelming danger is constantly present,of course a man is entitled to have a bodyguard. Everyone in the room was aware of the big young man, and most of the humans present were resentful, for he handled himself consciously and arrogantly, as if his appearance alone were enough to make him superior to anyone. Even the girl with him was growing restless, for she was accustomed to adulation herself, and next to Gabriel Lockard she was almost ordinary-looking. There was a short man standing next to the pair—young, as most men and women were in that time, thanks to the science which could stave off decay, though not death—but with no other apparent physical virtue, for plastic surgery had not fulfilled its bright promise of the twentieth century. "You must allow me to pay your cleaning bill," Gabe said, taking out his wallet and extracting several credit notes without seeming to look at them. And that, coming on top of Gabriel Lockard's spectacular appearance, was too much. Once the illuminators were extinguished in Gabriel Lockard's hotel suite, it seemed reasonably certain to the man in the gray suit, as he watched from the street, that his quarry would not go out again that night. There he inserted a coin in a locker, into which he put most of his personal possessions, reserving only a sum of money. Roulette...? Each time it happens, there's a ... well, there's no experience to match it at a thrill-mill." Gabe Lockard was in no condition to drive the helicar. To the girl's indignation, the stranger not only hauled Gabe out onto the dripping grass first, but stopped and deliberately examined the young man by the light of his minilume, almost as if she weren't there at all. Only when she started to struggle out by herself did he seem to remember her existence. The girl shivered and at that moment Gabriel suddenly seemed to recall that he had not been alone. "Allow me to introduce you to Mrs. Gabriel Lockard," he said, bowing from his seated position toward the girl. "I'm delighted to meet you, Mrs. Gabriel Lockard," the fat man said, looking at her intently. The light given off by the flaming car flickered on his face and Gabriel's and, she supposed, hers too.
 they both despise Gabe
 they both despise Gabe  they are both running away from something  they both seek revenge  they both regret playing zarquil