[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/14/62/5b/14625bbb4d7534f03ccad7fe0cff5d07.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Just outside of Queensguard Private Airfield
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	Brick walls, 15 feet high. Probably intrusion countermeasures, both active and passive. The bright side - if they had a crack security team in place, they likely would not have hired his company to handle their R&D complex. Still, a captured image would be less than ideal, no matter how incompetent the guy sitting behind the screens was. Security footage of that type is rarely even mentioned, unless something off is reported or items turn up missing. Caesar wasn't there to cause a scene. He was there to investigate. 

	Of course, his privileges did not extend past the R&D complex. Caught here, he would have some massive explaining to do. Probably wouldn't do any good, either. Caesar wanted his revenge, and he was going to get it, but he had to be smart. This was not an instance where he could cause a distraction with the liberal use of explosives duct taped to stray cats, set to go off at random intervals while he slipped in undetected during the unwholesome, meowing kaboom-fest, silencing the occasional stationed guard via knifepoint introduction, swoop up what he came after and make a daring escape after a number of victorious machete vs. machine gun duels, dropping a few hand grenades into the motor pool to discourage pursuit. 

	Ah, Atlanta. Just sometimes, Caesar missed the South. But anyway...

	Caesar had to play it smart. Despite being a tough old bastard, he was supposed to be in his declining years. Plus, he had someone in tow without the skill set to keep up with him, in case things went south and improvisation was necessary. He looked back to Cecily and growled out a chunk of sage advice. [color=orangered]"Keep that helmet on unless I say otherwise. Remove all identifying jewelry. Shed your coat, or at least turn it inside out. Stay close. We're going to case the location, before we move in. Something's not right."[/color] 

	Keeping the trike on low rpms (giving a much quieter ride), Caesar rode a wide circuit of the location, seeing what he could see. He paid particular interest in anything resembling a camera system, satellite relay station, microwave burst sources, wires; basically anything in the way of old-school or modern security tech and personnel. Likewise, possible points of shady and quiet entry were high on the list. Caesar would find a way to get Cecily in. Even if it meant dressing up in a dog costume and marking lots and lots of territory on the other side of the complex as a last resort "WTF?" distraction. Wouldn't be the first time.