[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Faces on video, check. Weird language recorded, check. Exact storage unit discovered, check. But there were more questions. Why the hell did they mention MSS's new site? Were Alicia and Lorna in danger? Well, more than usual, anyway. With no vehicle present, where the hell were they taking the boxes? 

	Caesar likely could have left with the information gathered, no harm, no foul. If they were moving something important into another unit, however, it would likely not be under the same name as the first one. He would have to know exactly which shuttered steel room they were bringing the goods to, were he to do a follow-up. At the same time, Caesar had a reaching desire to go to the Queensguard Industries R&D Industrial Complex and check with his girls. While he was there, he may avail himself of the company tech present. Still, to round a corner while taking footage would definitely be met with confrontation, were these people indeed in the middle of shady business. But he [i]had[/i] to know. 

	Several options ran through Caesar's mind. Some more obvious than others, some more violent than others. A couple that were downright hokey and/or suicidal. Any direct interaction, even if it did not come to violence, would partially tip his hand. If his face wasn't already known by some means, it would most assuredly be by his own. But his methods were old-school. He had acquired a number of new methods over the years, proof that you in fact [i]can[/i] teach an old perro new tricks. 

	The elder man opted to take a more discreet approach. He had a daughter with a keen technological mind, particularly as it pertains to their industry. Caesar took note of the security cameras and affirmed quietly to himself. This was a job for younger minds to tackle. No slouch with security technology himself, but Alicia's skills dwarfed his own. Time to go. 

	Caesar quietly made his way out of the rows of storage units, careful to watch his back on the egress. For a handful of reasons now, priorities shifted to firing up his Scorpion and hitting Queensguard Industries, on the [i]now[/i]. The waking growl of the engine seemed to agree.