Famliy Honor

JURISDICTION

Two days have passed since the explosion at Bright Raven Head Office.

In Gonlazo\'s Home at coconut grove. A 58\' inch T.V. is turn to the local news station.
Gonlazo stands in front of the televison listening to the reporter.
\"In a Short while we will be going to police headquarters with Cynthia Torres, where a press conference with Chief of police will address the media on the explosion that occurred two days ago at Bright Raven Technologies in the Downtown area of Miami. The attack still has Miami residents frantic. As well as Miami police, There have been reports that the FBI will be taking control of this investigation.\" The Anchorman pauses for a moment. \"Im getting word that the press conference is start and we are going now to Cynthia Torres who there cover the conference. Cynthia?\" The image on the screen switches to a podium with the Florida symbol
imbedded on the front and eight different news microphones mounted on top. \"Yes rick, As you already said the press conference regarding the attack on the Bright Raven Technologies Head office is about to begin. Here comes the Chief of Police Alexander Jones.\"

A tall man with brown hair and slight gray hair in a police uniform walks into the shot and stands behind the podium. The flashes of cameras begin to flicker at the officer. The officer begins to speak to the press. \"As you all know explosive devices were placed both in and under the head office of Bright Raven Technologies. One placed under the building and the other inside killing over Thirteen employees and wounding many more.\" a reporter raises his hand to be acknowledged. The officer then puts his in a slight \"halt\" fashion. \"Your questions will be answered shortly as soon as im finished with my statement. The reporter puts his hand down and so does the officer. The chief continues to speak. \"Now to dispel certain rumors, The City of Miami Police Department is still in complete control of this investigation. There is no evidence supporting or denying that this is a terrorist attack.\"

The chief then looks around the room filled with reporters. \"I will now answer any questions you may have.\" Another reporter raises his hand. \"Jose Fuentes channel 6 news. Sir, Bright Raven Technologies is known weapons manufacture and has a contract with the U.S. Government. Wouldn\'t that alone be enough to call this a terrorist attack?\" The reporter asks. \"No, True the company is a suppler to the Military. But many other companies in Miami are also. The evidence we obtain leads our detectives to believe there is a single individual, But right now that\'s only speculation.\" The Chief replies. Cynthia than raises her hand. \"Chief Jones, Is what your telling us is that the police are calling this a Homicide?\" Cynthia asked. \"For the moment being, Yes this is a homicide case and there are homicide detectives working the case.\"
A reporter in the front gets up and asks. \"Do the police have a suspect?\"
\"As of this moment. No, we do not have a suspect.\" the chief answered. \"That\'s all the questions for now, we will keep the media posted.\" the chief begins to walk out of the shot.





Gonlazo than grabs his remote and turns the T.V. off.
\"This has gotten out of control, innocent lives are at risk. Anastasio has to be stopped. Not just for my Families Honor. He has no regard for human life. And now Roslyn\'s life is at stake.\" He thought.

He walks out of his large living room and into another adjoining room. In this room are medieval weapons everywhere. In the center of this room stands a shield with a sword on a wooden stand with a glass cover. Gonlazo walks to the display with the sword and shield. He looks at these aged battle weapon. \"This war has raged for centuries. With no victory, just loses. How can I defeat him?\" He looks around the room a looks at a portrait of a man with a man and woman standing next to each other. The man slightly taller than the woman with gray hair dressed in a very well presented tuxedo. The woman in a beautiful dress and brunette hair that length reaches down to her shoulders. \"Grandfather.\" He thinks to himself. \"I promised you I will win this war.\" He looks below the portrait and there is a book on a stand.
Gonlazo then walks to the book that is already open, the page with the underline sentence grabs his attention. \"Thus it is that in war the victorious strategist only seeks battle after the victory has been won. whereas he who is destined to defeat first fights and afterwards looks for victory.\"
Gonlazo then begins to think. \"The victorious strategist?\"

The sound of a door opening echoes throughout the quiet house. Gonlazo then draws out his Desert Eagle and an ammo clips, loads the gun. He quietly moves to the living room, stays standing in the corner of a doorway that leads into the main hall of the large house.
Gonlazo leans his head out the doorway to see who is entering his house. A man can be seen in a brown trench coat, his back turn to Gonlazo as he is locking the door. Gonlazo stealthy walks towards this intruder, with his back turn to Gonlazo. He is unable to identify him. Gonlazo is now directly behind this man, who is still having trouble with the lock on the door. Gonlazo then presses his gun against the intruder head. The intruder twitches in fear. \"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?\" Gonlazo asked as the tip of his presses his gun tighter against the back intruder head. Just then a familiar voice came out of this mans mouth. \"Gonlazo, calm down its me. Carlos.\" The man then slowly turns around showing his face to Gonlazo. Gonlazo then puts his gun down and places it back in its holster. \"What the hell are you doing here? I could have shot you! How did you get a key to my home anyway?\" Gonlazo interrogates the Detective.
\"Im here because since the bombing at your office is labeled as a homicide, also an obvious attempt on your life. My superiors are going to place you under police protection.\" Carlos explained.

\"I don\'t need nor want police protection. I have all the protection I need.\" Gonlazo replied then pointed to his Desert Eagle holstered at his side. \"That may be so, but after I told my Lieut. What happen in that office. He wanted me to come right over to question you on what you might know.\" said Carlos. \"All right, come in. I\'ll help in any way I can.\" Gonlazo said as walked into the living room with Carlos behind him following. Gonlazo then sat down on a large leather sofa.
Carlos sat down on the leather recliner.




\"Well now that we are comfortable. Do you care to continue?\" Gonlazo asks. \"All right. Do you know that man who was in the office?\" Carlos starts with the routine questions. \"No, I didn\'t get a good look through smoke. So I couldn\'t make out his face.\" Gonlazo lying for the detectives own protection. \"Are you sure? From what Roslyn told me. It sounded like this guy knew you very well.\" Carlos asked with suspicious tone. \"I can assure you detective. I do not know this man.\" Gonlazo still answering the questions untruthfully. \"Okay. Can you think of anyone that would want to do harm to you? Maybe an old business associate, someone you may have fired and it ended badly, someone who has threaten you before?\" Carlos asked trying to get as much information as he can from the respected CEO. \"In any kind of business you make enemies, But I can not think of anyone who would want me dead.\" Gonlazo replies. The detective then noticed once again the gun holstered on Gonlazo\'s right side. \"Nice gun, Desert Eagle? How long ago did you buy it?\" Carlos asks. Gonlazo looks at the holstered weapon and gives a smile of sadness\"I didn\'t buy it. It was given to me, by my father. Before he passed on.\" Gonlazo replies in a low voice. Detective Gonzalez than realized he may came across a touchy subject and decides to leave that subject. \"Well than is there anything about that day you can think of that will help us.\"

\"Im sorry, Detective Gonzalez. But there im just as lost as you are.\" Gonlazo\'s answer only means more work for the Homicide Detective. Carlos gets up from his seat. \"Well than Mr. Roldan, im sorry for the bother.\"
\"No bother at all, I only wish I can be of more help.\" Gonlazo says as he got up from his seat also and extended his right hand for a handshake. Carlos shakes Gonlazo\'s hand.\"Let me walk you to the door.\"
Gonlazo suggests and begins walking to the main hall of the house with Carlos following right behind. When they reached the door, Gonlazo turns to the detective. \"Detective, you never did answer my question. How did you get a key to my home?\" Carlos than put his right hand in his coat pocket and pulled out a set of keys with a key chain attached. The key chain had bright red letters on a small metal plate. It read: ROSLYN. Gonlazo smiles. \"I should have seen that coming.\" Gonlazo opens the front door for Carlos. \"Oh, If I may Detective. Where is Detective Santos?\" Gonlazo asks as Carlos walks out the door. \"She following up on a lead of your bomber in Little Havana. She\'ll said she come after she gets off duty. Until next time, Mr Roldan\" Carlos continues walking to the driveway where his viper is parked. Gonlazo closes the door and walks back to the living room.

Meanwhile in Little Havana,
Roslyn is driving on the streets of Little Havana in her 1977 Cadillac El Dorado. A classic car given to her by her father. He father kept it in the best condition possible and so does Roslyn. As roslyn turns to a residential area, she pulls out a piece of paper from her pocket and looks out her right side window.
\"Ok......This house should be here somewhere.\" She says to herself as she slows down the car though these streets so she can search for the house she\'s looking for more easily. She past about 4 houses until she came across an old looking house with El Camino in the two car driveway and a large Virgin Mary shrine surrounded with candles, on the front lawn. These kind of shrines are not an uncommon sight in Little Havana, many homes have them. Roslyn looks at the piece of paper. \"Well this is the house.\" she turns her car into the driveway and parks next to the El Camino. She turns the car off and exits her car.



Roslyn walks up to the front door she knocks once and hears movement inside the home.
\"Its Detective Santos!\" She shouts hoping that the person inside heard her. The front door opens and a elderly man with gray hair and slight tanned, almost equal her height. \"Good afternoon, Mr. Leon. You left a message on my voice mail at the precinct. You said that you had information on the bombing that occurred downtown 2 days ago.\" The man just nods yes in response with a nervous look in his eyes,
then looks to his left and right.
\"Are you alone?\" the man asks. \"Yes I am, my partner is tending to other matters in the case. May I come in?\" The man moves back and opens the door more to let her in. \"Of course, how rude of me.\"
Roslyn walks into though the doorway and enters the small home. She looks around the living room and notices how clean it appears. Also the how its decorated with ancient paintings 3 of which caught her eye. It was one with a man of blue skin dressed in a warrior garment holding a blue snake like a sword. \"Impressive art. Aztec, If im not mistaken?\" she turn to see the mans response. \"You know your heritage, Detective.\" he says with a comfortable smile. \"Actually im not Mexican, I took a Hispanic history course in college.\" she explains. The man then moves to the leather sofa in his living room and with a open hand points to the seat. \"Please sit Detective, would you like some tea?\"
He asks as he made his way towards the kitchen. \"No, Thank you.\" she answered kindly as she sat on the sofa.

As the man was in the kitchen making tea for himself, she took another look around at the living room and noticed a lot more Aztec art around the house. ‘This room reminds me of my old professors office.\' she thought to herself. Mr. Leon came from the kitchen with a tray made of silver with a teapot and two tea cups side by side. He walks to the coffee table that is located in front of the sofa, Roslyn is sitting on. He places the tray on the table and sits on a lounge chair that is across from the sofa, with the table in-between them. He shows a friendly smile as he picks up his tea pot and pours some tea into his cup. He then looks at the Atzec painting that Roslyn first noticed when she entered his home. \"Do you know who is portrayed in that painting, Detective?\" he asked with a smile slowly turning into a slight frown. She hoped that this was going to lead somewhere. She looked once again at the painting of the blue skin man and thought back to her collage class on Aztec gods. She looked back at the man sipping tea. \"The name escapes me at the moment.\"

He than puts the tea cup back on the tray and stares at the painting. \"That is Huitzilopochtli, The Aztec God of War.\" he said ending the sentence with a sigh. Roslyn was being patient with the elderly man, but she couldn\'t wait any longer for the information she needed. \"Mr. Leon, you called my office and told me you had information on the case. What do you know?\" she asked with a commanding but polite manner. Mr. Leon picked up his tea cup and raised to take a sip, but right before the cup reached his lips. He closed his eyes and asked her a question. \"What is your definition of honor, Detective?\" He than took a sip of tea. Roslyn was confused with the sudden question. She answered his question with another question. \"What does honor have to do anything with the bombing?\" the man open his eyes and looked into her eyes. \"Everything.\" he puts his cup back on the tray once more. \"Honor is the motive for these crimes, the honor to uphold promises, to restore honor to a family, the honor to ones self.
The criminal you are searching for lost sight of Honor and strayed from his path, pulled into his own darkness and hatred. \" Roslyn still confused asked the man. \"I don\'t understand, what makes you think that?\"



The man then stood up and walked towards a books case that was behind the sofa.
\"Some time ago, I went to Spain to search for the history of my ancestors.\" the man said as he was searching for a book though the bookcase. \"After a few days I learned that an ancestor of mine was somewhat of a blacksmith. His methods of weaponry and armor were radically advanced and untraditional of the time.\" The elderly man pulls out a book and walks back to his seat.
\"You still haven\'t answered my question, Mr. Leon.\" Roslyn was wasn\'t showing it, but she was begging to get slightly impatient. The man smiled as he sat back down. \"Patience, Detective.\"
The old man open the book an began flipping though the pages. \"As I was saying, No one wanted his talent. As it was misunderstood, like all great inventors were.\" he than stopped on one page. \"That was until someone came to him, a man who saw the true potential of this weaponry. This book is a copy of his journal, that I found in while in Barcelona.\" he placed the book on the coffee table and slide it to Roslyn.

\"The man, my ancestor worked for was named Pedro Garcia, He learned that Pedro was seeking vengeance for his father\'s murder. But sadly Pedro met his end with his fathers murderer, a knight named Beltran.\" Roslyn picked up the book and examined the page it was opened to. It showed the blueprints of a sword with an blade of equally size length and width that would extend from the bottom of the swords handle. \"I soon learned after more research that these two families have been fighting to this day.\" Roslyn began to see where this was going. \"So you think this bombing has to do with this war.\" She said with a tone of sarcastic disbelief.
\"I know it may seem a rather bit unbelievable, but I assure you, Detective. These events are connected.\" Roslyn gets up from her seat. \"Well Mr. Leon, I thank you for your input in this case I will look into it and see where it leads. But I do have to be going.\" the old man gets up from his seat and begins makes his way to the door. \"Please let me show you out.\"
the old man opens the front door for Roslyn. As Roslyn walks out the door the man tells her.
\"I know you think it\'s the Rambling of an old man, but I hope you\'ll take account of what I told you.\"
She turns around to look at the man. \"Well.....\" The front door was already closed.
Roslyn thought about what the old man told her. ‘His story is to out there, then again what else do i have to go on.\' She gets into her car and drives off, back to the precinct.