[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://media.giphy.com/media/wbomIbUs5Bc2I/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Morgue [hr][hr][/center]

	Comic books? That was a curious thing. But people say curious things when they're about to be subjected to the meticulous torture of fully aware, fully awake surgery. Caesar sympathized with the situation. Even felt bad when the first noises issued from little Cecily. It was her decision to join him, but he did ask. He felt a little bad about this whole thing, an ounce or so of personal guilt weighing on him. It seemed he couldn't protect those around him reliably, which was a liability to a man who owned a large security company. Also, ironic as hell. He didn't respond, except to grunt and hold her down a little harder. 

	The doctor responding to their exchange with her little observation reminded him to keep conversation around others to a minimum. The last thing they needed right now, aside from medical complications, was more people getting an idea as to their plans. It was at this point that he realized "their" carried a bit more meaning. Thanks to this little outing, Cecily and Caesar were in the same kind of danger, with the same results if things went awry. She wasn't family. Nevertheless, felt he had a responsibility now. 

	It was with some irritation that he nodded at Dr. Brinne in response to her question as to whether he wanted to know what she found out about Alicia and Lorna. Of course he wanted to know. It's why he asked. Putting it off to remove the bullet fragments from Cecily? Understandable. Offering up a teaser question as if there was the barest possibility that he what, [i]changed his mind[/i]? That was posturing. Caesar simply hadn't the patience for it right then. 

	[color=orangered]"So let's talk."[/color]