[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Crap. This [i]was[/i] like old times. The feeling of adrenaline that usually accompanied bullets narrowly missing him and his coursed though Caesar. Before he even realized, his gun was in his hand opposite of his blade. Instinct was strong with him. Fortunately, so were his wits. Going back was no an option; before they could get there it would be cut off. Well, unless he killed the three behind them. Then his back would be to the other pair of armed men that were likely calling for backup as they ran. Bad odds for anyone, even Caesar. Suicidal odds for Cecily. 

	Part of his mandate was to keep her alive at all costs. Even if he died, if the very junior Coroner got out with the evidence she needed, justice could be had, maybe. Not the revenge that he wanted, but something like it. The girl had to live. Caesar moved to interpose himself between Cecily and the guards behind them, shouting, [color=orangered]"Go! Make for the hangar!"[/color] He squeezed off a couple of rounds at the men behind them before joining the dash for cover. He wasn't trying for kill shots, persay. Men like this had to be wearing vests. A .45 slug would put a man on his ass if he could get a torso shot off from this distance. 

	No warning? Not even a "Freeze, asshole!". Opening fire on intruders not obviously armed with the intent of killing them? Not exactly legal, most instances. No, something was up, here. No time to find out now, though. 

	But speaking of distance, Caesar surmised that the men 100 yards out would have one absolute hell of a time hitting the broad side of a barn at that distance, while running. Good money had them at the hangar. There had to be an office or supply room or something inside they could hole up in, else the means to get out. Hell, maybe they could find a helicopter. Very elegant means of escape, if needed. But now, priority was cover. And keeping the girl alive.