[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	There was some genuine surprise that took hold of Caesar, not that he'd let it show. The entire room of people decided to up and volunteer to join him in Mexico. It made him wonder a few things. While he was wondering, he hopped onto his secure satellite phone and started taking care of some necessary arrangements. 

	Cecily joining him was easily explained. He had suggested that she come along, get out of town for a couple of days. It couldn't hurt matters any - might even let some things cool down. It was amazing what a little time could accomplish, even if it was spent doing nothing related to the problem at hand. The Doctor, Natasha? That was surprising. Caesar knew nothing about this woman directly, and she insisted upon being there to assist with a wound that had already been treated. Mexico was a contemporary country. They had capable physicians. Her presence was not strictly required... but she claimed to speak fluent Spanish and was a medical professional. That couldn't be overlooked. Still, Caesar was suspicious. But Roy... Detective Gregory was an admitted part of whatever was going on. The possibility of him feeding everyone bullshit information and tagging along as an inside informant or [i]definitely[/i] occurred to him. Caesar wasn't sure what to think about him. 

	If everything came together well, sometime tomorrow they would be in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico. If anyone had anything sinister planned, they would have to execute it on unfamiliar ground surrounded by people who knew exactly who Caesar was, dozens of whom would share blood or marriage relations to him. Dozens more would support or give aid to he and his. And you'd better believe he had a branch office of MSS in his original home city. All he needed to do was get there, and he would have a ton of the one thing he was lacking here in Justice: Community Support. 

	He finished punching a few commands into his device, and looked up. [color=orangered]"You need your passports. If you don't have one, we cross illegally or you stay here. We leave in the morning. Early."[/color] 

	He thought for a second. The culture and its laws were a little different there than here. Legalities were not based on English Common Law, rather an odd blend of Roman Civil Law and French code. As such, the rules were very different. [color=orangered]"Detective. That 'second gun' thing isn't going to fly there. Not unless you get special permission from the Federales. I can transport them, but once we're there it's a whole different world."[/color]

	[color=orangered]"One more thing."[/color] Caesar's voice broadened, so that everyone could clearly hear him, [color=orangered]"I'm going back home to bury my daughter. Period. Then this city gets a wake up call. Anyone who rides with me after this needs to understand that truth. Cecily, you have a way out if you want it. Maybe when you're done here you should join me. Anyone who isn't at the airport or with me come tomorrow, I'll understand."[/color]