[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff4500]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/22945f0b-6aea-4f8b-ba58-8e3c2790d559.gif[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago (Church)
[b][color=ff4500]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

	Father Pearson seemed heavily accommodating. Moreso than he had seen from anyone else for a long while. Caesar was tempted to cast the entire exchange with a heavy spoonful of suspicion, were it not for the fact that this was his idea in the first place. It was the massive coincidence of it all that irked him. Or maybe, just maybe, the universe was breaking in his direction. It would be a fairly recent development, considering what utter hell had befallen himself and his family since coming to California. 

	The older man shook his head at the offer to speak with his brother personally. [color=ff4500]"Gracias, but no. No direct contact to start. If you could ask one of the local churches in Monterrey to personally deliver something, that would be best. He will be in touch with me after, and he will handle the rest. Probably the same way I am now, and probably through his daughter."[/color] The problem that he saw as of yet, this being the embryo stage of a full plan, was that he didn't quite have a place for his family to land. Perhaps Keystone could assist with that, Caesar understood that he did have a real estate holding in London, proper, that wasn't well known about. 

	Unfortunately, he couldn't volunteer something that wasn't his, and they needed a staging point in the interim. [color=ff4500]"When they are off-site and have alternate communication, they will make contact. Standard protocol if someone is listening. Padre, I was hoping to hire the Church to help with that - alternate communication. No one in history is as organized or reaching as [i]La Iglesia Católica[/i]. Except maybe the Romans."[/color] He shrugged. There was argument that the Church was what remained of the Roman Empire, following its deconstruction. They survived where empires fell, kept what knowledge they could alive and they prospered, though many of their early techniques were questionable. Their history was also steeped in blood. So was Casear's. So was his brother's. They fit together well. Come to think of it, if Caesar could enlist the aid of the Church, it might even the odds against an infiltrating and history-writing group like Juno. Power of Christ compels you, indeed. 






[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 -> MSS Chicago, parking deck)
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	Keystone had to nearly forcibly restrain himself from going on about the legendary performer known to us mere mortals as Adele Adkins. He knew that Claire had worked for the lady, but to be part of her personal security over a massive, world-spanning tour? The socially blunt Londoner would have given a kidney to be a part of that. It was silly, really. He was a grown man with a tendency to fangeek over a singer from his hometown. Or have the desire to. Actually doing so might be damaging to his reputation, and in his industry, rep kept you employed and alive. So instead of giving a girlish squeal and asking a thousand questions, like he really wanted to, Keystone merely mentioned in a casual manner, [color=b8860b]"Ah really? Would've liked to meet the lady. I'm a fan, y'see."[/color] Secretly, Keystone was happy that they were not in his Ramcharger, where his music had already been copied and was probably sitting on autoplay, waiting to strike unawares. 

	As for her being a ring fighter, well, it might be said that she and Keystone had a few things in common. The big man was a bareknuckle boxing champ [i]before[/i] he went away to learn how they did it in China. And after, he was damn near untouchable. It seemed that this one did something similar, but further south into India. And there was something else, too. [color=b8860b]"Alicia trained you up in London, did she? Bloody 'ell, I'm right surprised we ain't crossed steps till now, right?"[/color] It was at that moment that he wished that Claire was a bit closer in weight class to himself. He would have liked to spar with her, see what the teachings of Bodhidharma had become over the spans of time in the ancient monk's country of origin. 

	But for now, as they entered the grounds and confines of MSS Chicago, Keystone moved his corporate identification to the outside of his coat. He was on company property now, in a place where he was not personally known. Being an Associate Director wouldn't help him all that much, except to ensure that he wouldn't be ordered about while on premises. But private property did give him one advantage: he could replace his louder means of self defense. As Claire located an appropriate parking space, Keystone seemed to remember something unrelated to their present conversation. [color=b8860b]"If you don't mind, Miss McManus... Who was that friend of your brother's what passed on? Thought something was sounding familiar about the names, is all. And I do hates me a coincidence."[/color]