[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 didn't feel right in letting Cecily walk out of the door with Natasha. There was something there that was gnawing at him, but he just couldn't place it. He wasn't going to force her to stay, though. That would make him a different kind of asshole than he actually was. He wished that he could keep tabs on her somehow or give some form of aid. But the decision was set and done. If Cecily did not want the protection and hospitality of La Familia, he wasn't going to hold it against her. 

	At the present, he had a delicate and impressionable (ha) niece who was trapped in her room, covered in something that looked like tar fused with nuclear waste produced by his baby grandson's colon. From the smell, it was probably easier to set the room on fire and start over from scratch. But that was probably not the most practical approach, with many visitors present. Caesar was going to have to go down into the storage basement or cellar and haul up some of the more industrial goodies to handle this little dilemma. He could go and tell Maria about this; she was always better with kids than he, but with the events of the evening Caesar thought it best to let himself, Benicio, and Thalia handle the problem. 

	A few moments later, Caesar found himself walking down a short flight of stairs into the underground areas of the complex. In contrast to other basements or underground areas, this one was well lit and organized, as if constantly expecting company. Or an apocalypse. There were others down there as well, hauling up casks of wine or trying to find a quieter corner to discuss things between them, cry, or other business related to the upkeep of the houses and grounds. He walked past stockpiles of foodstuffs, tools, weapons, sundries, etc. until coming to the object of his mission: Cleaning Supplies. Number one on the list was a wet/dry shop vac. Taking no chances with this. 

	So, shop vac, wet wipes, bucket, maximum strength cleaning products with and without bleach, [i]bleach[/i], various cloth and paper products designed to be both strong [i]and[/i] absorbent, and an extra wastebasket that might double as a burn bucket later. And diapers. He was so laden with items that, upon clunkily climbing the stairs and re=emerging in the main area, a trio of abuelas who had just emerged from the kitchen scurried around him for the purposes of relieving him of part of his burden and follow him wherever he was headed, all the while making conversation about how kids these days don't know what it means to get down on their hands and knees and scrub a floor like back in the good old days. 

	[i]Meanwhile, back upstairs...[/i]

	Benicio stepped into the open doorway, eyes widening at the sight within. [b]"Jesucristo..."[/b] he murmured, looking in awe at the splatfest within. Realizing that he had just taken the Lord's name in vain, and him being a priest, that was rather toward the bad side. [b]"Lo siento, Dios."[/b] he quickly followed up, continuing to his daughter with, [b]"This looks like an 'Ay Carajo' moment, little Angel. You good?"[/b]

	With mastery of motionless facial muscles rivaling the greatest ventriloquists of yesteryear on up to "America's Got Talent", Thalia squeaked out, "No... no Dad. Not really. Towel please?" 

	[b]"Yeah, M'hija. Give me a second."[/b] Benicio walked into the bathroom and returned with a fluffy, beige towel that he was absolutely certain he would never allow his family to use ever, ever again, and began to pat his daughter's face more or less clean. Ish. Enough to allow her more comfortable gifts of speech. Glancing over to Liam, he laughed a little, noting how utterly blissful the tiny Gonzalez seemed to be at his recent accomplishment. [b]"Ok, Caesar will be back in a couple minutes. Before he does..."[/b] He paused for a moment to close the door, [b]"I got a package in just now. Alicia sent me a flash drive with the picture of an angel's wing on it. I think she meant for just us to see it. When we're done cleaning up, we need to take a look a this, okay?"[/b]

	Taking the towel away from her father, Thalia began cleaning herself as best she could for the moment, flatly intoning, "Sure. But first we're getting this done A-fucking-SAP."

	Benicio nodded vigorously. [b]"Yes. Definitely."[/b]