[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 
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

	Caesar considered giving the doctor the finger. And by that, he meant nailing her with a tranq pistol and posing her in a chair so he could charge people a dollar to sit and take their picture with her. It almost gave him something to smile about. Unfortunately, the actions that she had taken seemed a lot like the same bluster he might use to get out of a compromising position, were he about to get caught doing something he shouldn't. Maybe she was truly offended. Maybe said offense was enough to override certain innate curiosities concerning the enigmatic nature of her host. And maybe this whole thing was a ploy. Caesar promised to cease investigating for the day, and he intended to. But his suspicions were raised yet again. 

	As Natasha brushed past him, he met her gaze evenly. He declined to make comment, as anything he [i]really wanted[/i] to say at that moment would likely be met with more venom and vinegar, now in the more open areas where the disturbance would filter down to where the family was viewing Alicia. And besides, she was leaving. The problem was, so was Cecily. He permitted himself a simple piece of advice to the departing Dr. Brinne hat he hoped she would take to heart, [color=orangered]"Watch out for El Sasquatcho! He's a hugger."[/color] 

	He had another piece of advice for Cecily, now that he heard that she was leaving as well, [color=orangered]"Be very careful where you place your trust. Let me know when you're back safe."[/color] He could have given her a hug just then, but that wasn't very Caesar. Instead, he left the file on a nightstand near the door should Cecily want to take a look at it, and prepared to rejoin the viewing. 

	From the next room, there came a shout. The usual alarm sounded in Caesar's mind as he slipped unerringly into his more protective, slightly more murderous persona. Drawing his .45, he moved with solid grace that belied his advancing years, hugging the wall until he came to the door to Thalia's room. He reached one hand over, gingerly closing it around the doorknob. Giving it the slightest of turns, he was able to tell that it had not been locked. With practiced motion, he threw the door open and clasped both hands around his pistol, flinging himself into the doorway in hopes of getting the element of surprise upon anyone or anything that might be harming his family. His hair, long and unbridled, flowed behind his every movement as a superhero's cape might, coming to rest behind his broad frame covered by a black leather biker vest. He was truly a man that was not to be trifled with. 

	Yet, instead of moving upon a grand threat, he let the gun fall to his side. Slowly, he tucked it back away and leaned upon the doorframe, supporting himself as he grabbed his sides and began to laugh. Honest, true laughter. Thalia was standing a couple of feet from little Liam, frozen in place with a look of shock, alarm, and utter disgust rolled into one horrifying moment. He shook his head, took a step back, and spoke aloud, [color=orangered]"It's a good thing your father is a priest, niña."[/color] She didn't know it, but once upon a time, she was the little one in this particular scenario. He remembered it well. [color=orangered]"I'll have some cleaning stuff and air freshener sent up. Just hang on."[/color] 

	Thalia gave a wordless exclamation, refusing to so much as move a muscle. She wasn't sure what to do, but she didn't want to make it any worse and moving, in her opinion, might make it worse. Caesar backed away slowly and began down the stairs. Along the way, he crossed paths with his brother Benicio, coming up the stairs with a large envelope. [color=orangered]"Angel está en una situación. El pañal de Liam explotó y ella está atrapada. Le estoy ayudando."[/color][sub]1[/sub] 

	The younger Gonzalez brother responded in English, [b]"Okay. I've got her for now."[/b] then hurried the rest of the way up the stairs. His motive was rather ulterior, but he assumed that the package was really meant for her, judging by its contents. She and Benicio together, by the clues left for him, but not for Caesar. At least not yet. 

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1	=	Angel is in a situation. Liam's diaper exploded and she's stuck. I'm getting her some help.
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