[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff4500]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/9ab05f4c-ae5c-45b6-b866-1297e56e2118.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago (Church)
[b][color=ff4500]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

	[color=ff4500]"Revelations..."[/color] stated Caesar with the slightest rasp of voice. He stared at the dodecahedron on the desk in front of him, oddly curious at the possible connection to the final writings of the Bible. The expression upon his face did not change much, past the half smile/half sneer that reflexively leapt to the forefront, if but for a moment, when Father Pearson mentioned the significance of the most enigmatic and provocative of numbers; the fabled Sixty-Nine. Truly the meaning was universal among any such culture that utilized Arabic numerals, as it was apparently shared between the two men speaking. Also, despite being in the autumn years of his life, Caesar was still occasionally led by his vices - that being the more polite way of putting it. 

	But getting back to business, Caesar grunted a quick affirmation and responded further. [color=ff4500]"Juicio de Dios. The Judgement of God. Mi hermano if a priest, Father. I know of The Bible. Not as much as Benicio, but I have the basic idea."[/color] He continued to look at the die in front of him. Did he want Caesar to take it? If it was a thing of importance, was it trust or lunacy for him to even show it to him? Stranger things have happened in his lifetime. Like the events of that Indiana Jones movie that had Sean Connery in it. He had forgotten the name of it right then, but it was not the most important topic floating about in his brain at the time. How he came to be wrapped up in this odd sort of mission, now with holy undertones (or at least history) itself was almost secondary to what he needed to do next. Caesar had come to Chicago as simply a leg of the journey onward to Grimm, there in hopes of learning more about this Tinder guy who had the extremely suicidal idea of killing his daughter. 

	Now, though? In addition to revenge, the repetitive call for him to undertake some crusade [i]HOLY SHIT THAT WAS THE NAME OF THE MOVIE! THE LAST CRUSADE! INDIANA JONES AND THE LAST CRUSADE! HA![/i] for the Lunillud Aleae was painfully undeniable. But the question remained. [color=ff4500]"What does this trinket have to do with the End of Days?"[/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 (MSS Chicago)
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	What began as fairly idle conversation among peers was turning into a more hurried, rushed endeavor. It was fully understandable, seeing as she had family to attend to and a funeral to attend. Keystone accepted the keys from Claire. He shrugged, tilting his head to the side just a little as he understood that the same vehicle that got them from the airport was the one he would be driving back out of the MSS offices. He had given consideration toward something just a hair less conspicuous from the motor pool, given that they were going to be in a small town in rural Indiana. Further consideration on the subject had him realizing that it wouldn't matter what they were driving, the second any of the locals got a look at either himself or Caesar, or God forbid hear them talk. And what he knew about Indiana could fit in a thimble. And the standard was an SUV. Big vehicle, but fairly nondescript as these things go. Hell, the vehicle would be the least conspicuous thing about them. 

	Further, Keystone thought that Claire had offered to get him clearance... or was that just a conversation that they had [i]about[/i] him needing to get clearance to access the Chicago office? It was a little ambiguous of a talk, back in the armory. Well, no matter. It was a phone call back to the Justice branch for Maria - pardon, [i]Ms. Santiago[/i] to push it through the system, or head guy Gonzalez to make his own call. But that shouldn't really be an issue, as he was about to leave the building anyway to attend to more pressing business. So the large man set his mind to the ask at hand, that being getting back to Caesar and leaving Chicago in their rearview mirror. 

	Before he did, Keystone looked to Claire, who had just entered her own jeep. He debated the idea of telling her that her friend Natasha was killed while in transit on her way back from Alicia's funeral. Maybe it was suspect, him having this knowledge and not sharing it, were she to gather these details later on. [color=b8860b]"Oi, Claire? Your friend... she was 'elpin' us out a bit. Never met her personal, but I did run a check on 'er. I dunno if she died 'cause she was with us, an' I'm right bloody sorry for your loss. We can talk details later, if'n you wanna be in touch. Stay sharp. Best of luck, you."[/color] Provided that she didn't have anything to add, and if hopefully he didn't just open a can of drama, Keystone radied to get back on the road, himself. [color=b8860b]"Thanks, Miss McManus. Bunch."[/color]