[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]

	The priest rattled off a series of facts and events for Caesar's ears to process. Some of these things he knew, owing to a fairly standard education in Mexico, growing up. Others he did not know or had forgotten after the decades of his life. Indeed, the two peoples had similarities, that was for sure. Especially as one stood within the great equalizer of mankind, finance. Caesar remembered growing up wothout the means he possessed today. In some ways, the celebrations and bonds of family meant more back then; giving and sharing when they had less to give and share. So it was with the other colorful (if extraordinary pale) culture, he supposed. It was a shame they didn't get along better. 

[center][i]Mental note: Expand company into Dublin and/or Belfast.[/i][/center]

        Caesar perked an eyebrow at the priest seemingly invoking the name of La Familia. It might have been reassuring, but more than a little premature in their discussions with one another. Granted, he hadn't actually used both words, "La Familia", so ot could very well be a misunderstanding on his part. He relaxed his brow and nodded, giving a grunt of affirmation. In response, Caesar located a business card and placed it on the desk in front of him. [color=ff4500]"If you personally, or your church needs something, you use that. Understand? Not payment, if you won't accept that. Open favor for favor."[/color] 

        His phone buzzed in his pocket. This was not a number that was used lightly, nor one that drew the attention of the types that installed vinyl siding or offered once-in-a-lifetime deals in insurance. If his phone got a message, it was likely important. [color=ff4500]"Have to take this..."[/color] he mumbled, and looked on to the message just left from his Associate Director, Keystone. His response was simple. 

[center] [color=ff4500][i]Be honest. Shoot straight.[/i][/color] [/center]




[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]J. Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/1777ea71-9790-410b-8f63-b0369a4c5644.jpg[/img][hr][b]
[color=darkgoldenrod]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago (MSS Chicago)
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

        Keystone wasn't much of a gun person. He knew about them, probably as much as he needed to, and he was trained in the use of certain types thanks to MSS, but he just wasn't a huge fanatic. He had seen people who were. Mostly, his opinion on these people took a hit when they began rattling off individual weapon specs and the proud collections that ran into the hundreds of items. Thanks, but no. Keystone could respect a talented marksman, though, and understood that fortune favored the prepared. So, standing in that armory, he gave it no more awe nor appraisal than a carpenter selecting the tools he would need to build a desk. 

        The weapons in the SUV would very likely suffice for him. Probably Caesar too, though he didn't know how much violence the man had planned, if any, for the town of Grimm. He would definitely check out the supply of non-lethals, and as mentioned earlier, a standard MSS surveillance bag. His knowledge of the actual tech involved was passing but not exactly masterful. Caesar would have been the man to speak to about that. Seeing as he gave no specific instruction in that regard, he had to assume that basics would suffice. Maybe his guide might have her own ideas on the subject that would have more polish than his knowledge of security procedures would allow.

        His train of thought was interrupted briefly by the incoming text from Caesar. [i]Be honest[/i]. Okay. But first, [color=b8860b]"Oi there, Miss McManus? 'Fore I go rootin' about, you got any suggestions on gears and the like? Headin' out toward Grimm after this. Wouldn't mind 'nother opinion."[/color] While he spoke, he did have the forethought to acquire a basic pack. Shotgun mic hearing amp, cameras, low light gear, mobile jammer, various et ceteras; pretty simple stuff from an electronics point of view. He debated the keystroke logger, but was unsure of when or how that would be useful in a place that was technologically stuck twenty or thirty years ago, to hear the buzz about Grimm. Tazers, though. No sense shooting everyone (regardless of Caesar's opinion on the subject). And perhaps some means of quick interrogation... but again, not really in his sphere of competence.