[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]

	Caesar grunted a monosyllabic affirmation and reached across the desk. He took the notepad and pencil, carefully mulling over what he was to put down on the paper for his brother to read and interpret. Granted he would have the final say in the message that went back to California. This was, essentially, keeping him in the loop and asking him to handle some of the communication in the meantime. This meant that he would have to trust a little of the verbal coding, both in English and Spanish, that they had been employing. More importantly, he would have to write some of it down and give it to the Church. But if you can't trust servants of God, who can you trust, right? 

	Yeah, Caesar's mild paranoia had served to keep him alive this far. But when every means of communication was believed compromised, how does one shut out those who might get a message across quietly? He came here for a reason. So he started to write. It was a slower affair as he tried to summarize the situation and keep it simple, while expressing urgency. Moreover, there was one concept that he, Benicio, Maria, and his niece would know. Keystone too, as it came from the first meal that he had prepared for Caesar upon arriving in Justice. It didn't appear in any of his previously used correspondence and was an already established series of phrases, though it had not been utilized yet. It implied trust, and the knowledge that shit might be going down. Combined with some basic Security Procedure phrasing and the unknown element of the Church as a go-between, Caesar had the makings of a secure communication that directly informed his people to vacate and wait for instructions. It felt good to be going Old School with this. 

	[color=ff4500]"The Irish..."[/color] mumbled Caesar as he wrote. He hadn't dealt with them a whole lot in his history, though there was a bit of fun when the East Coast offices, especially the Boston office, was being established. [color=ff4500]"They celebrate Cinco de Mayo like it's their holiday. Don't even do it right. Any excuse to get hammered."[/color] The accusation wasn't [i]entirely[/i] fair, seeing as most of the Irish he did have the pleasure of meeting were merely bloodlined from the island but American born. [color=ff4500]"Eh, I guess it's as bad as Mexicans pinching each other on St. Patrick's for not wearing green. People are stupid."[/color] Seemingly satisfied with what he had written down, Caesar placed the notepad on the desk and slid it back across to the Father. [color=ff4500]"But the Irish hold up the Church in their part of the world. And they're not afraid to fight for their families. Could do worse."[/color] He tapped once where he had written, continuing, [color=ff4500]"As much secrecy as you can. Nothing that leaves a trail. Gracias, Father Pearson. Tell me how I can repay the Church for its help."[/color] 

	Caesar had a feeling that he would have to fund a new wing for his chapel soon. If this worked, he was actually fine with that.




[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]J. Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=darkgoldenrod]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago (MSS Chicago, parking deck)
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	The casual discussion about Adele was serving to put Keystone at ease. When he realized this, he mentally instructed himself to get back on the clock. They were there for deathly serious reasons. Emphasis on [i]deathly[/i]. People had died and more would before all this was over. This was not a business trip for the purpose of making friends and contacts, though if Keystone thought about it, it certainly wouldn't hurt to do just that. He wasn't a Gonzalez with their deep pockets and far reaching family. He was essentially alone in the world, except for a son that he didn't know he had until recently. So yeah, he was going to stay vigilant. But he was going to engage in pleasant conversation with people as he was able to. [color=b8860b]"Karaoke? Bloody 'ell, I've got to get snookered pissed to sing karaoke, Miss. Still ain't pretty, neither. I'd 'ave a go, long as no one minds being seen with he afters. Heh..."[/color] 

	The part that got him was the bit about how Claire had met Alicia. It was very possible that she was trying to get the illustrious Ms. Adkins to sign something for [i]him[/i]. It fit with the time period and the fact that she knew how much of a fan he was. The thought of it even put a smile on his face, sad though it was. Keystone didn't know if he truly loved the woman, but she was a damn good friend and teacher, and a lot of fun besides. They hadn't gotten to the part where they discussed what they were to each other, which to his mind right then explained why she never told him that she was pregnant. Whatever they [i]were[/i], the gargantuan Brit missed the hell out of her. End story.  

	The next part threw him for an utter loop. Natasha Brinne. Dead. He had read the dailies on security tasks and was present for a lot of what went down in Justice while Caesar was in Mexico. The old man had asked them to background check that exact name, and they had done so very quickly and thoroughly, considering the time allotted to the task. There were a couple of suspect things in her background, mostly by association with a member of Juno. Maybe there was something to it and maybe there wasn't; she was a doctor after all and had a decent enough reason to be acquainted with a respected medical professional in Justice, Juno or not. All the same, Caesar might want to know about this. 

	Keystone got an excuse to send something from his phone, as apparently it chose that moment to let him know he had a message waiting. [color=b8860b]"Ah. 'xcuse, gotta take this."[/color] It was from Cecily. He honestly didn't think that he made that big of an impression, though he did mention something about reaching out if he was needed. This was probably the latter more than the former. He hurriedly cut a message back to her: 

[center][color=b8860b][i]Not alone now. Emergency, or can text?[/i][/color][/center]

	And then another immediately afterward to Caesar: 

[center][color=b8860b][i]Natasha Brinne dead. Friend of Claire. Funeral she's going to. Advise.[/i][/color][/center]

	Jogging up behind Claire, he casually thanked her. [color=b8860b]"I 'preciate the 'ell out of this, really. Um, I think Boss was saying something about a surveillance pack? Binocs, shotgun mike, etc? If it's a difficulty, we can throw it in on my expenses."[/color] He was looking at the lady like he wanted to say something else, but was debating the prudence of doing so.