[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/487020636179402752/__RXVLTs_400x400.png[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Apartment 2D (Alicia's), Street
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Alicia, Lorna, Cecily, and another Anxious Reporter 
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	The shock of one reporter going down like a drunken prom date thanks to Caesar, another kissing asphalt because of Lorna, and a third one stared down because of Alicia was enough to give pause to the media on scene - for a moment. The older man was amazed at the wanton dramalust these people had. Vultures picked over the dead to survive, even provided a service to the ecosystem around them. These people... they did not possess the necessary nobility inherent to carrion birds. 

	Still, Caesar was pleased to hear an affirmation from the Tech on scene. She looked like she could use the support. [color=#00ccff]"I can't legally let you into the crime scene core, but if you would get the media away from the outer perimeter, that would be wonderful..."[/color]

	That was all they had to hear, from a legal standpoint. They weren't local cops, and thusly weren't bound by the same rules. At the same time, they had fewer options available to them. Still, they could assist with an ongoing investigation if given permission. 	

	[color=#00ccff]"We can settle the fees once the coroner arrives?"[/color] Cecily asked hopefully. 

	Caesar nodded. [color=orangered]"Yeah. Send him our way when he's got a moment."[/color] He handed Cecily a business card. It was very neat, very professional, read [u]Machete Security Solutions, Intl[/u]. [color=orangered]"And let us know if we can be of further assistance to your investigation."[/color] The then added, somewhat darkly, [color=orangered]"Or to yourself."[/color]

	While conversing briefly with Cecily, another reporter took a shot at breaching the line. Caesar reached out with a broad, open hand, and thrust it out in front of the line runner's throat. The momentum of his stride carried him forward, adam's apple tapping quite effectively on the edge of Caesar's hand. The elder Mexican grabbed the reporter's collarbone and stepped behind him, transferring momentum into a vicious takedown. He calmly stepped on the poor bastard's neck, and drew his firearm. 

	In a loud voice, he clearly stated to the not-good-as-vultures present, [color=orangered]"If any of you move on this area again, I will be forced to act out of fear for my safety, and the safety of my people."[/color] The gruff tone of his voice and surety of the words Caesar had just spoken inferred that he had used this line several times over, and that he was covering his potential actions under a veneer of legality. This was not a dance he had to do in Mexico, but here in California, he had to become quite the legal foxtrotter. 

	The very surprised reporter still beneath his boot, Caesar looked to Alicia and Lorna. They were performing their jobs admirably. If this was his legacy, he was content. He could not permit himself to smile at that moment, but he really wanted to. He wanted to beam with pride at his girls; both his daughter Alicia and her friend Lorna, a lady he may as well have adopted as his own, anyway. It was a father's pride. Not every man's daughters were this impressive.