[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]

	Booze before lunch. And why not? It wasn't like Caesar had a upcoming business meeting or court case that required his presence, and being quite honest with himself, thinning his blood a little might do him a world of good, what with the way that the day had been going so far. Not altogether the [i]most[/i] hectic few hours of his life; that honor was reserved for an incident back when he was still a Federale. Nevertheless, not a day that he would remember fondly. It took less than a second for the old man to deftly acquire the shot from the priest's desktop and bring it to his lips. [color=ff4500]"Gracias,"[/color] he breathed, setting the empty glass back down. 

	Caesar took a moment to process everything that Father Pearson was saying. It had been a while since he had looked into the totality of the Bible, even though it was no stranger to him. And yes, when someone mentioned Revelations, his mind went to the bits of it that were most popular in movies first, like most people. It made for an entertaining watch. It also tended to make the other parts of the book fuzzier in one's memory. Caesar felt a little foolish, giving the situation some thought. He had the intellectual wherewithal to go to the Church for an assist, given their resources and antiquity, but not to connect another historically reaching organization to a passage in the Bible that mentions something fairly coincidental. Given the amount of that floating around, it should have been one of the first things he looked for. 

	Maybe it was a matter of hubris on his part, but Caesar considered for a second that, if they were in the middle of a Revelations-esque event, how would he be mentioned in the writings to follow? More importantly, who would play him when the movie came out? Hopefully Danny Trejo. He loved that guy. 

	[color=ff4500]"It has been a while since I gave [i]La Biblia[/i] a good read, Father,"[/color] he admitted. [color=ff4500]"Are you saying that this,"[/color] he motioned to the dodecahedron between the two of them, [color=ff4500]"is one of the stars of Juno's crown?"[/color] He peered at it with a sense of inquiry, eyes narrowed and a light scowl decorating his face. This thing was one of the reasons his daughter got mixed up with Juno? Or merely an incidental mystery to the fuckery as a whole? [color=ff4500]"Is there a specific reason why people want these so badly, or is this just archaeology bullshit?"[/color] Unknown people wanted him on the quest for these things. The Church wanted him on this too, apparently, or a representative of it anyway. Fine, he was in. Tinder was going to pay, and horribly, if he was indeed still alive. The first sentence of his obituary (his real one this time) would include the words "anus" and "chainsaw", he swore, but if it was his fate to roll himself in the Lunillud Aleae hunt, so be it. [color=ff4500]"And here's another one: Where do I find more?"[/color] If the Padre didn't have a place in mind, perhaps he had a clue. There wouldn't be an ounce of surprise if the answer had something to do with the place that fate seemed to be herding him anyway - Grimm, Indiana. 






[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]J. Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/d59e2477-009c-4f0b-9cca-0698f0914b67.jpg[/img][hr][b]
[color=darkgoldenrod]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago (MSS Chicago -> City Streets)
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	Okay, Claire had stuff to do. Important stuff. Funereal stuff. He couldn't fault her for needing to get out of Dodge as soon as possible. Come to think of it, it was probably best if he and his boss followed suit and got on the road, themselves. Not that he couldn't spend a good amount of time here in sunny Chicago. He has always heard that this city was a culinary hub, and he was always ready to take a few notes and try new things so far as food was concerned. It was a trait that people unacquainted with the man generally didn't expect from him; a spot of artistry amid the rough edges and promises of intense violence. Maybe after all of this nonsense was over, he could request a temporary spot in the local branch of the company and take in the culture. Provided that he survived, anyway. So many people had died for whatever the hell was going on that he was not overly optimistic about his future. It would be nice, though. 

	These thoughts were getting him nowhere. He had someplace to be and the clock was ticking. Hopefully, bossman's meeting with the priest was going along swimmingly and they could hit the road soon. He had security and surveillance equipment, nonlethal means of dealing with assholes, several [i]lethal[/i] means, a vehicle with a full tank of gas, and a full stomach. If he was very lucky, by the end of the day he would be greeted to the sight of a hotel room with cool air and crisp linen, somewhere other than Chicago. Step one was to get in his car and haul ass. 

	The departing jeep made him feel a little down. He was now alone in the middle of a parking structure with a duffel full of goodies and more questions than answers. Aside from standing there, the only thing left to do was get a move on. Keystone huffed a quick, [color=b8860b]"Right, then,"[/color] and gave a quick jog back to the company SUV. He opened the door and got himself situated, settling the bag in the passenger seat. Quick check to mirrors, electronics, and the like, then he set his company cell in the handsfree mount and keyed up his music. A quick reverse of the last referenced directions of the GPS and he had his destination. 

	In no time at all, Keystone was cruising down the streets of Chicago, windows rolled snugly up and the sound system blaring [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vaX-hB1ycU]"Set Fire To The Rain"[/url]. It had been a while since he'd been to church. His adventure was taking him to the most curious places.