[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	It was a lot to take in at one time. Sure, it wasn't the first time that a conspiracy of murderous, international intrigue had taken over his waking life, but it was the first time that it was led by a group of megalomaniac women in multiple positions of power and influence. In his younger days, he mostly tackled drug syndicates and corporate robber barons, spiced with the occasional disappearing of a target picked out by government contractors. Even now that his legitimate business had grown to a more than respectable, international level itself, it seemed like the kind of thing that was used as a pawn in the machinations of a collection of ovarian Bond villains that were already responsible for the death of his daughter. 

	Serious consideration was given to identifying each member of this group and taking care of them in a manner that was messy and final. Yes. But that was the last part of whatever plan he went with. Caesar needed to know things first. 

	Then something Cecily said struck a chord with him. [color=orangered]"If the Judge was blackmailed to give the FBI jurisdiction... the Feds are part of this, then. The agent on scene and guy who put him here, anyway. Can't trust anyone, huh?"[/color] It was an understatement. It's not like they could ask everyone they met to strip, at least not without some serious social backlash. [color=orangered]"Wait, you said they were targeting that other Derby team? Maybe we should reach out to them."[/color]