[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/742397576704450560/gEkBVdZ-_400x400.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Morgue [hr][hr][/center]

	Caesar nodded to Doctor Brinne, grunting an affirmation. Of course it made sense to find replacements for their work. It's not like people would stop dying just because they left town. Hell, considering they have been trying to play an active role in investigating and preventing such painful occurrences, their absence might actually "Butterfly Effect" a whole new crop of dead people into existence before they even leave the airport. As for his team, Caesar had an Acting Director in place, though this was mostly for day-to-day issues and for show. Keystone wasn't really trained properly to run an entire branch in a major metropolitan area, at least not yet. The legalities alone made the grizzled Mexican concerned for his company's insurance rates. But if all went well, he would be bringing back someone more qualified to actually [i]run[/i] the business. God help them all, but at a cost. 

	His own plans were being finalized with the liberal use of a number of apps. Caesar might have had an easier time of it using one of the computers in the Morgue, but the security provided by his satellite phone made up for many an icon unwittingly selected because of the venerable man's stubborn refusal to use the stylus provided with his device. It took a little bit of time, but it got accomplished. Now that the bodies had been released, they would be picked up and escorted under guard to their respective locations, there to await the bereaved and ceremonies appropriate to their families' faiths. Alicia would be transported on the same aircraft that they were taking the next morning, and the funeral (with subsequent ritualistic festivities) would take place the next day. Caesar might even stick around for a little while, getting the lay of the land and formalizing a backup plan in case things got really bad. If Juno decided to take the fight to his home ground, they might just find a few surprises waiting for them. 

	Still, he could not progress that evening until Cecily was ready to depart, provided that she was still of a frame of mind to join him, likewise he had to wait on Keystone to give him word. It was going to be an interesting evening, one way or another. Caesar did what he usually did in times like this: Chewed back his anger and set a wall of brooding in front of it, waiting for his moment to act. Loving father, dutiful Federale, grief stricken war machine; he was all this at once and more. The depths of his vengeance was never fully plumbed, and after his daughter was resting in the Gonzalez Family Tomb, the artist in him was going to paint a masterpiece of blood. But for now, patience.