[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://media.giphy.com/media/wbomIbUs5Bc2I/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Queensguard Industries RnD Industrial Complex - The Diamond District
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	Caesar looked at the one security agent leaving fast and angry, smiling internally. Between him and the quivering mass of squishy humanity that was tossed out on his ass, he knew that his girls were doing their jobs. He paused his Scorpion's forward momentum just long enough to catch a little video and snap a couple of stills before continuing on the the front security checkpoint. 

	So, he was "The Mexican" they were supposed to let in. At least that's what he heard over the radio. This means his M'hija saw him pulling up. Either she was very busy, which was possible, or she was unwilling to speak with him unless he had a compelling reason. Maybe he was being paranoid with the personal investigation he decided to launch. Even if he was, that paranoia led back to his daughter's worksite. Considering the related deaths that had occurred recently, Caesar really didn't care if Alicia and Lorna thought he was completely, rabidly insane. He was following this up. But first...

	[color=orangered]"Yeah, you can search me. Go ahead."[/color] he taunted. [color=orangered]"I'll tell you exactly what you'll find, too. A large, painful knife. Another large, painful knife. A Heckler & Koch .45 pistol with lots of bullets, and the paperwork that says I can carry them; out there 'cause my permits are valid and in here 'cause I'm the fucking boss."[/color]

	He stepped in close to the younger security agent, close enough for him to detect Caesar's subtle cologne. It was a wood scent, he was sure of it. Wood, and weapons-grade testosterone. [color=orangered]"You'll also find a flask containing some of the finest mescal you've never had the pleasure of standing this near to. Search the trike, too. You might find a roadmap and some Fritos."[/color] The old man did have a fondness for Fritos while traveling. [color=orangered]"Ball's in your court, Security Guard. You want to search a man that can fire you, [i]on the spot[/i], with a history of cutting open chingónes that piss him off and bungee jumping with their intestines?"[/color]

	The novice guard looked like he was going to soil himself and pass out. "Nnn... uh, N'Yes! Um, yes, Sir, Mr. Gonzalez, sir. I, um.. we ah, have to search you. Sir."

	Caesar smiled genuinely. His voice picked up to a much more personable tone. [color=orangered]"Good. Unless it's by Executive Order, everyone gets searched, no matter how important they think they are. Even me. You'd better get to it."[/color]

	After a fast but thorough search, Caesar was re-equipped and on premises. An escort showed him to the main security room, where he immediately found a terminal and started running a company-wide search on Gretchen Mortgage LLC under his security clearance. While that was compiling, he uploaded the footage he had taken to the same corner of MSS's intranet, as a readily available backup. He had some searching to do, before returning home for his eventual meeting with the Forensic Tech, Cecily. While pouring over his work for the next hour or so, the elder man flagged down a base level employee, tasking her with two things: Find him a strong cup of coffee, and inform Alicia that her presence is required at the request of her father.