*Cesar's brow furrows: anything that could make him a target? He's already wondered this about his family as a whole, but he retraces his steps now, focusing on himself. His family is moderately rich, but that's not unique to Cesar. He got a promotion that someone else in the office didn't get, but that wasn't personal. He works for Thunder Corp--No, that wouldn't make him a target. The only people out there who might have a grudge against Thunder Corp employees would be people over the network, and Caesar's been careful.*

*Unless it made him a target from his own work.*

*The idea turns over in his mind, opening and unfolding. Cesar sipped his coffee for the first time. Is it likely? Of course not. Even if the rumors are true, there's no way they could have known what he was.*

*(There were rumors of scent-hounds that could find them. Rumors that Thunder Corp and the police department had been searching.) The corners of his mouth tug down.*

*He can't believe he's entertaining this idea. Of all the paranoid conspiracies he could think of... He drinks from his coffee again, before returning it to the table.*

There is... one possibility. It's extremely unlikely, though.

Just for the sake of reiterating this, I'd like for nothing said here to ever leave this table. *Lazarus' age and appearance are working against him, again: Cesar is wishing he felt more confident, or at least that they'd signed some kind of contract by now. It would make him feel more secure.*