[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://i.movie.as/p/600//23900.jpg?1280017397[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Block Party (remains thereof)
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Flatfoot, Alicia, Lorna 
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	Of course the police had questions. It's what they did. Asked questions, took notes, occasionally did something about it. He'd have put even money that any one of these reporters would bribe the police for access to areas he and his had fought to keep untouched. Well, fat lot of good they did, except piss off the media and frighten some of the locals. Maybe it would leave the wrong impression. Maybe that was a good thing. Caesar answered the cop's questions. They were direct and generic, as if the flatfoot was reading from an abridged edition of "Taking Witness Statements for Dummies". Not that it mattered there, either. He was inside when the lady took a dive onto an unforgiving surface, her life having already been taken by that out-of-place weapon. The only questions he could answer involved what came after, and they didn't appear to have heavy concern with after. 

	The interesting part of the interaction didn't lay in what Caesar said. Rather, what he didn't say spoke volumes. He didn't mention that he had HD video of the scene before anyone started poking around. He didn't breathe a word about the same video sweeping the crowd gathering as he worked the perimeter. And somehow, he didn't remember leaving the app running while he placed a call, giving an "after" shot of the terminal landing spot, as the coroner was finishing up. He must be getting old. Damned senior moments. (Señor Moments? Ole, bitches!)

	Well, the cops were here, the Coroner was headed out, the body was sealed behind plastic, and the polite if nervous Forensic Tech had already left. They were fully able to handle their own crime scene without the assistance of independent contractors. No more damage for them to do, anyway. Not unless they just suddenly felt the need to. Time to check in with the girls. 

	Caesar suppressed a grin at Lorna manhandling that same reporter, again, and moved to join her and his Alicia. [color=orangered]"M'hija, Cookie, good work tonight. I'll make sure you get an extra day of hazard wages in your accounts. Hey,"[/color] he leaned in closer and lowered his voice just a bit, [color=orangered]"...make sure you check the Network for new video."[/color] Caesar tapped his phone with his thumb, surreptitiously. [color=orangered]"No rush tonight. Isn't going anywhere."[/color] 

	Stepping away from Work Mode, or at least appearing to do so for the sake of the public, Caesar lightened his voice and pulled up an image on his phone. [color=orangered]"I had an idea. You two are my best people, you know? First time in my life, my best men are Women. A couple more show up, we need to get tattoos for you guys."[/color] The elder man turned his phone around to reveal the screen. 

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[color=orangered]"So! What do you think?"[/color]