[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/YnXh17a.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Queensguard Private Airfield, Alicia's Secret Hideout [hr][hr][/center]

	[color=orangered]"Si, si. Got it."[/color] remarked Caesar absently. It was time to move on, though part of him really wanted to linger in this place for a little while longer. He got to hear his daughter's voice again. It made getting shot at worth it. Ok, maybe not for Cecily. Her blood loss had been arrested, but she still needed professional assistance with it. They weren't even sure if the slug was still in there. He put his eye to the retinal scanner, and ushered his young escort into the darker unknown. 

	Caesar's phone provided a source of mild illumination, if required. In truth, he would rather make the least amount of noice or light possible, but it would be pointless if they just got lost down there and died of... whatever people died of in a sewer/storm drain system. Alligators, maybe. The older Mexican drew something large and sharp and readied his .45, just in case. [color=orangered]"Niña, if it is okay with you, I will keep watch. You navigate. You need a Doctor, Cecily. Maybe your friend at the morgue? We need to recover my bike before long, too. It could lead them back to us."[/color] 

	He was starting to ramble. A mix of emotions welled up in him, threatening to fracture the cold, ruthless killer he was just minutes ago. That guy kept him alive, many times over. But concern for his new charge, seeing M'hija again, the reveal of her self-appointed mission; his own protective instincts sought to make him sloppy. A possible sign of this, he rambled. Hardening his thoughts to the necessity of the moment, Caesar listened and remained watchful to any threats that may be imminent, be they from people, their environment, or even alligators.