[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NEvyrxPbk7zLyD_2_b/Inmate-Number-1-Movie-Danny-Trejo-Documentary.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] La Hacienda [hr][hr][/center]

	To begin with, Caesar was a little confused as to why this young lady would be asking him how he was doing. He was usually the one who took care of others, in his own stoic, providing manner. She had been shot recently, not him, though she was taking it like a champ. But then it occurred to him: This was an occasion where he should be compromised emotionally. And in truth, he was. He had vented some emotion earlier and was not due for it again for a while, such was the odd way of his psychology. He would likely do so again, privately if possible. A glimmer of understanding touched Caesar. For the first time in a long while, he was supposed to be the one comforted. It felt strange. 

	[color=orangered]"Yeah, as good..."[/color] he started. Caesar knew what the last couple of words were going to be in the sentence, and it was one that he hated. No, he couldn't bring himself to say "...as can be expected..." and not despise himself. It was a bullshit answer made to placate or show defeat. Instead, he changed the subject just a little. [color=orangered]"Mostly okay, Cecily. Thank you for coming down here. I know it is not how you planned the next couple of days. And I know that it's partly for your protection so things cool down for you. But thank you for being here."[/color] Though gravelly, there was sincerity in his voice. 

	Then his phone went off. He took it was a blessing to break the tension, and gave it a quick look. There was a message from his Acting Director, Keystone. His face hardened as he read it. [color=orangered]"What do you know about Dr. Amy Chang, Cecily?"[/color] Some of the people in Juno didn't like the way things were going, according to the recording Alicia left them. This might be a pivotal moment, else someone else in his house had a lot of explaining to do. 





[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]J. Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Keystone grunted in frustration. The hold music was still playing, he really didn't want to speak with anyone in marketing right then anyway, and he may have uncovered a potential difficulty in the whole mystery/"seek the guilty" mission that his boss was enmeshed upon. The only thing that kept him listening to classic rock tunes issuing from his phone, indicating that he was waiting for a representative, was that he didn't really have anything else to do right that second. He wished that he had something tangible in front of him that he could hit. Keystone could solve many problems with hitting, and had done so for many years quite effectively. But this wasn't really one of those times. 

	Unless he could find out who was in charge of their phone network back at corporate HQ. He had a special beating reserved for that guy. 

	Quietly, he resolved to hit the gym for a little while, just as soon as he was done with this call. Could take a while, though. So he continued to wait patiently. As the minutes progressed, he was made privy to a number of points of background that the new Tech people were uncovering. Most everything else was standard, but the devil was often in the details.