[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://cdn.collider.com/wp-content/uploads/danny-trejo-dead-in-tombstone-interview-slice.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] "Tunnels" -> Morgue [hr][hr][/center]

	[color=orangered]"If you trust him, good. Otherwise, I can always buy another trike."[/color] Caesar had lived an existence without financial means for most of his life. When he turned mercenary, his paycheck greatly improved, but he still didn't have the kind of monetary wherewithal that he had since incorporating. Yes, he could buy a new one. Several new ones, if it came down to it. Somewhere in his mind he knew that the trike would always have significance for him. Caesar didn't even want to buy that kind of conveyance at first; his daughter convinced him that it was a more appropriate choice than his standard Harley when zipping around the oft wet streets of Seattle. It seemed to him now that he would always try to keep one. Be that as it may, if it came down to his life, or Cecily's, or anyone else caught up in this drama, he would abandon the machine and pick up another later on. 

	Of course, it wasn't like they parked particularly nearby. For all the airstrip security personnel knew, they arrived by cab. [color=orangered]"Small chance they'd know to look for it. Just don't want to be seen in the neighborhood so soon."[/color]

	Caesar was reassured somewhat at the idea of company on his trip. He hoped that their absence from Justice would put them outside of the line of fire. Hell, he hoped that Cecily's proximity to him also wouldn't get her killed. He had a nasty history of that. But then she said something intriguing. Forensics...

	[color=orangered]"My company had always been about securing people and locations. Forensics means investigation. We don't do that, so much. Wetwork sometimes, but no serious investigation."[/color] Of course, he could fund a central lab back at the Home Office. Not a lot happened in Chattanooga. It was relatively quiet, lot of outdoorsy places; yet the city itself was a focal shipping point to Atlanta Metro and Florida State, to and from the rest of the country. Plus, no action/horror movies were ever set in Chattanooga, TN. She might be safe there. Maybe this girl could play a role in expanding the company at the same time. But first, this case had to get wrapped up, and fast. As soon as the girls' bodies were released, they needed to leave town. 

	[color=orangered]"Maybe it's time we started investigating. When you need, I can put you on payroll - as something else, at first. Talk later. Right now, you need to let me get that manhole cover."[/color]

	It must have been startling to Dr. Brinne to see a grizzled Mexican emerge from the floor carrying a .45 hand cannon. It was a little startling for Caesar, too, emerging in the autopsy room of the Morgue. The very idea had him questioning exactly what the liquid was, draining through the holes of the big, steel circle he had just moved away. "EW" didn't really describe the first few possibilities that came to mind. He opened his mouth to address the Doctor, but Cecily best him to it with a surprising amount of pluck for a lady in her condition. 

	[color=orangered]"Sorry, Doc. But can you help her? Quietly?"[/color]