[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff4500]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ec9804da-c46d-4b92-8636-606664fd0565.gif[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago (Church)
[b][color=ff4500]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

	Word got around, it seemed. It did help that this man knew a Gonzalez personally, but in fairness it wasn't like they were an endangered species. "Familia Gonzalez" was more like a clan, comprised of persons with many last names. Take Caesar's niece - a highly intelligent but potentially unstable young woman with a surname that marked her as Scottish, though she didn't look it in the least. It was when the priest used the name Joaquin that the older man had a glimmer of recognition. It was hammered home when he said that he had trained under Joaquin's father. A fellow priest obviously, though not your standard guider of lost souls, if his tone was an indication. [color=ff4500]"Benicio... still a big entusiasta de las escopetas. Sorry, 'shotgun enthusiast', Padre."[/color] 

	Caesar respectfully sat down across from Father Pearson in front of his desk. What he had to say was interesting at best, possibly an overstep considering that this was an initial meeting. But he did have something of a timetable, and what he wanted wasn't the biggest of favors. Then again, the Church was an ancient organization that had its own, massive resources, and likely wasn't infiltrated in the same manner that a political or corporate body would be. Again though, he had just met this man. It was best to keep their dealings simple for now. Not that he couldn't impart a piece of his story in the process. 

	[color=ff4500]"One of the people responsible is already facing her final judgement. I'm regretful that I could not be a part of it. The other one I hear isn't really dead but his funeral is happening today. I gave my word that I would not handle that myself, if possible. Instead, now I have..."[/color] Caesar was getting ahead of himself. The priest had thrown out the right names to give him a measure of credibility, but blind trust was not a smart move these days. [color=ff4500]"It doesn't matter. The short story, I need to get a message to my brother just outside of Monterrey. I do not want to use personal or company resources. I was hoping the Church could help."[/color] He nodded grimly, and went out on a limb with, [color=ff4500]"Our family isn't safe in Justice. I don't even know who to eliminate to make them safe. There is a lot more, padre, that I won't burden you with now. A lot more people will answer to God - I [i]will[/i] arrange the meeting. I need to know my family is out of the way first. His daughter. My grandson. Hell, even Maria."[/color] 





[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]J. Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=darkgoldenrod]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago (City Streets)
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	[color=b8860b]"Downton bloody Abbey? Right, 'less you're talkin' on about purely the work of Dame Maggie [i]Fongin'[/i] Smith, the resta them tosspots can gnaw my meaty arse, them an' their aristocratic "pinkies out" bronzecockery. Yeah?"[/color] Ah, the wonders of translating English to English in the Great American Urban Midwest. Keystone seemed put off by the idea of being compared to a television program detailing the inner lives of the aristocracy, perhaps a little too much, despite an apparent respect for the cultural contributions of its biggest starring actor. The big guy rubbed his temples, growled a bit, and tried again. [color=b8860b]"Sorry, Miss; long few days. Thwanged a nerve, is all."[/color] 

	There wasn't really an involved answer with which he could respond, no big story to tell about the events which brought him from London to Justice. She had already gotten a piece of it earlier, thinking about it. Perhaps she wanted Keystone to elaborate. Well, anything to help her keep her relaxed while she repeatedly cheated death on the streets of Chicago. [color=b8860b]"Far as 'type o' work', we work for the same guy, then don't we? I was just hittin' folks and gettin' the knowing of a lot more ways to hit folks over in Henan Province, China and parts roundabout. Old man took a liking to my reputation, him and his girl trained me up proper once they opened a office in my old 'ometown. Got an offer as an Assistant Director. When the big man asks for you personal, you don't say no. Even if it [i]is[/i] California."[/color] 

	Keystone took a moment to make sure that his weapons and gear were still where he left them in the vehicle. Eve gave a little chuckle when he noticed that Caesar left his food from earlier, untouched, inside as well. Keystone gave minor consideration to cramming it down his own gullet. Instead, he contented himself with merely stealing an eggroll. Through a mouthful, he mentioned offhandedly, [color=b8860b]"Got my own reason, on the now."[/color] He swallowed and attempted a subject change, [color=b8860b]"How's about you then? What's your whys and wherefores on bein' 'ere?"[/color]