[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]http://assets.ign.com/thumbs/2012/03/09/trejo_recoil_large.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Queensguard Private Airfield, Hangar [hr][hr][/center] Bullets pelting the outside wall did little to make the situation better. They should have known that their ammunition wouldn't have penetrated the barrier, yet continued to rain lead upon it. This was a scare tactic or these people were new. Or both. Well, it worked enough that Caesar wasn't particularly keen on sticking his head out of the door. Expert or inexpert shots, a bullet would still kill you whether it was stray or precise. But to hell with these people. Caesar pointed his firearm out of the door and fired a single round the instant that the fusillade outside began to let up. The first bullet should let them know that it was an excellent time to halt and cover. The subsequent four were fired with slightly more purpose. Not necessarily to injure anyone specifically; merely suppression fire to prevent a direct, run-up takeover of their position. If someone happened to be standing in an inopportune spot, that was just too bad for them. Caesar barely caught that his name was being spoken by Cecily. He looked back briefly to assess the status of his ward - she was stained heavily with her own blood and needed medical attention that he could not provide with any proficiency. But she was still in the game. There were some of the pictures missing; he assumed that the young lady had picked them up. Also of note, there appeared to be a frigging [i]trapdoor[/i] installed in the office. Caesar nodded to Cecily vigorously, and breathed the words [color=orangered]"Gracias, M'hija."[/color] upward. A couple more rounds of suppression fire down, and he hastily snatched remaining pictures and anything of interest (practically speaking) from the office. He couldn't avenge anyone if he was dead, but this running shit grated him the wrong way. Hopefully, they at least got a new lead. First, Cecily needed a doc. Maybe they could get into the morgue unnoticed...