[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://cdn4.cnet.com/img/dBQ8L-HwOrBYxg7TLh7uQ9rICEM=/770x433/2016/08/29/44426d3d-1710-4f8b-85e1-1b34396208c1/machete.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Morgue [hr][hr][/center]

	Seems most of Caesar's ideas were shot down by suggestion or by situation. Well, better to know now than when he got out there, he figured. Now with this other Roller Derby group taking heat fro Juno... [color=orangered]"[i]¿Qué en el infierno?[/i] Why do the Derby Girls have control so much crime? This makes no fucking sense. None."[/color] Caesar seemed to step out of himself and into a sense of hyperobjectivity as he spoke, [color=orangered]"I mean, is this something that has to do with the people that own or control the league around here? And why the hell would such powerful women lower themselves to be a part of a regional not-quite-sport team? These are powerful people. Can't they just meet in a lodge someplace, or [i]un castillo maltido[/i]? You know, wear robes and have a special fucking handshake like normal secret societies?"[/color] 

	The older man was suitably frustrated. This running around and hypothesizing was pointless. On the other hand, if he really wanted to take a potentially "nuclear option", he had a good idea where two of these people were at that moment. Which reminded him - Caesar had neglected to send Keystone an All Clear indication. Shaking his head, he sent a quick text over his secure line to Keystone's company phone. 

[center][i][color=orangered][u]"All good here. Italian tonight? Might bring guest. Talk business then, call you later."[/u][/color][/i][/center]

	[color=orangered]"Look, I don't like the idea of getting in with drug dealers. A lot of them still talk about me like I'm the boogeyman or something. But I'm listening to options. Like this FBI guy? Anyone know who he is, where to find him?"[/color] For all he supposed, he could probably just walk into the local offices of the Federal Bureau of Investigation and set up an appointment. Of course, that would tip his hand immediately. He didn't particularly want to get killed, like his... 

	[color=orangered]"Hey, when did you say the bodies would be released? This needs to be taken care of."[/color] This last remark was directed at Dr. Brinne, in a much more humbled, less irritated tone of voice.