[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://shootingthescript.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/machete-2.jpg?w=455&h=300[/img][hr][b][color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] The Morgue 
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	A highly intuitive fly upon the wall might look upon the scene with a mix of horror and utter confusion. If Caesar were being completely honest with himself, his presence in the room wasn't exactly psychologically healthy. In his own strange way, though, it was like he was charging some manner of internal battery, powered by rage and sorrow. The old man had accomplished much, tapping into the primal power of his own masculine badassery. He had lost loved ones, several in fact. But this was different. It was a deeper and more profound sorrow, fueled by (amongst other things) honest and pure love. This was a fount from which he would draw the colors necessary to paint a masterpiece of fire and blood. 

	Caesar stood in the Morgue, feeling quite insulated from humanity with his six pack and pizza. There were two younger woman there with him, women with which he had been conversing. Mostly business, granted. But he still felt alone. It took him a moment to realize that the new Doctor was speaking to him, asking questions pertinent to the case. 

	[color=orangered]"Lo siento... Umm, I have already informed the father of Miss Lorna Dunn. If you need to speak with him about the details, I can give you his contact information right now."[/color] The venerable man strolled to the nearest desk, grabbing a postit note and a writing utensil. He wrote a name and number down, in plain, legible script, referencing his sat phone to make sure he didn't make a mistake along the way. [color=orangered]"Careful with this guy. I don't know if he's taking it worse than I am, but he sounds more like it."[/color]

	Caesar shifted his conversational tone to something more businesslike as he continued, [color=orangered]"As for getting the body transferred from Seattle - It is in the custody of MSS right now. It's ready to ship, all I need from you is a confirmation and it's on the next transport down here. Just to warn you: It's been badly burned. I don't know what you'll get from this, but you're the doc, Doc."[/color] 

	He looked longingly across the room, at the figures draped in white cloth. Yeah, someone was going to answer for this. Answer hard.