[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://assets-cache0.moviebreak.de/system/bilder/story/photo/551fce476d6f76411b010000/machete_kills_in_space_mb.png[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Taqueria 
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	The Taqueria's television set kept pumping out story after story about death. More and more. U.N. explosion (new one on him) and the new drama: murder/suicide at the psychiatrist's office. Add to the fun from yesterday - Lyle Marlestone's murder and Danica's "suicide", and Caesar was giving light consideration to putting available funds from his corporation toward establishing a Space Program, purely for the purpose of nuking this town from orbit. 

	Machete Security Solutions - [i][b]EN EL ESPACIO![/b][/i]

	Ok, put a pin in that thought for later. If he decided to actually go through with what was obviously working up to be a series of local adventures that already threatened to go global, and survived long enough, then Space was the logical eventuality. He had cousins back in Nuevo León that could work wonders with hydraulics and explosives; with a moderate helping of Mexican Ingenuity and his substantial financial resources, it was an infinitesimally short jump between that and the most colorful shuttle launch in human history. He could only imagine. 

	But back to supper. He was with a traumatized girl that might be able to give him some help, and Caesar being, well, [i]himself[/i] probably didn't help matters much. Still, his reputation and demeanor were potent weapons in his arsenal, geared toward getting things done. And/or people separated from their insides. But still, supper. Caesar ordered a single bottle of Negra Modelo with his tacos and rice, lots of both as he had the strangest feeling that it would be an interesting night. He kept an eye on the door and tuned his proprioception to any other changes in movement around the two of them, then attacked his food with determination and vigor. 

	Halfway into his assault upon dinner, he took out his satellite phone and punched up the portions of his two recordings. Before forking it over to Cecily, he gave a suggestion that, being him, sounded rather presumptious at first. [color=orangered]"I don't like the news. Too coincidental. Lots of "unrelated" deaths. Last time I saw something like this, I was in Chihuahua. Cartels hired out a series of independent contractors to find and eliminate ...well, its classified. Point is, I don't trust many people today. We need to keep ourselves busy and moving, in public if possible. And I'm considering a hotel tonight. If you've got someplace to stay, great. If not I can get you a room."[/color] 

	A thoughtful swallow of beer later, Caesar motioned to Cecily with his fork, [color=orangered]"You know, M'hij... My daughter is playing in a Roller Derby tonight. When she's done, you'd be around two security professionals that are really, really good with guns and sharp things. Til you figure out what you want to do, anyway."

	"Oh yeah, just tap the screen to play the vids."[/color]