[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/YnXh17a.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Queensguard Private Airfield, Alicia's Secret Hideout [hr][hr][/center]

	Awe took Caesar for about a second, maybe less. He had definitely not expected this. Hell, he had expected to die in a hail of gunfire, he and Cecily both just then. This was a significantly more welcome outcome. But now that he was surrounded by a cache of goodies set aside by his girls and in what he hoped was a secure location, the more practical and somewhat angry side of him bubbled back up to the fore. Cecily was still injured. The standard medical packs down here would be of great assistance, but if that bullet was still in there it would have to be removed before more restorative action could take place. 

	[color=orangered]"Yeah. I have been shot before. I can take it out, but it will get real messy and real painful. It's better to wait for a doctor. We should have a premeasured local in our standard packs. Just press down and hit the plunger."[/color] 

	Caesar took a long look around him, at the underground bunker that Alicia and Lorna set up. The weapons stashes, electronics, the secret frigging entrance... This was a little too "Secret Agent" for his tastes, but today it saved his ass. Not going to complain. He re-upped his ammunition with standby ACP rounds and another magazine, grabbed a spare switchblade (it was M'hija's favorite) as well as a couple more sharp things. He stopped briefly, looking at one of a few long blades on a rack. Not his favorite chopping implement, but the machetes to which he was most accustomed were absent from this cache of ouch-making devices. A katana was a bold fashion statement for him. He selected one with a sling he could carry on his back. 

	[color=orangered]"Niña, if you need a weapon or something, just grab it. We're not here long. Just getting answers and finding a way back to my trike."[/color] 

	The monitor in the wall flared to life, with the image of Alicia speaking directly to him, as if she knew that eventually he would find this place. It was a tender moment for Caesar, as if his daughter were speaking to him one final time. But he could not allow himself to get lost in her face and her voice just then. He needed answers. Caesar permitted himself one indulgence, however. [color=orangered]"M'hija, I don't remember approving funding for this."[/color] He then pressed Play. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]J. Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://images.tapology.com/letterbox_images/1633/default/mariusz_pudzianowski_klasa.jpg?1454962897[/img][hr][b][color=b8860b]Location:[/color][/b] Queensguard R&D Industrial Complex: Lobby
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	The doors to the lobby parted, opened by two security personnel waiting with Acting Director Keystone. As they closed behind their distinguished visitors, the large security director motioned for both of them to take positions at the rear flank of their guests. Another series of gestures had the guards further in maintaining eyes on the group gathering in the lobby. [color=b8860b]"Make certain we got cameras on everyone, right?"[/color] he spoke into his comm, addressing the personnel back at the Hub.

	Keystone himself took up a position to the side of the gathering, near to Elisabeth Queensguard - not quite mirroring the lackey carrying the briefcase. He wanted to make sure that there was a bit of professional separation between them. He didnt want to insinuate himself into her professional dealings, yet needed to be nearby if called upon for protection or violence. Plus, it allowed for a more objective view of the scene. 

	There was some concern that Caesar handn't gotten in touch with him for a while. He had accurately predicted the identity of their mystery guest, then was strangely silent. Nothing that could be worried about then, anyway. Not until their guest and client both were secure and satisfied, with emphasis on client. Then maybe he could chance a text message in a little bit, but right now, two very powerful women and two security teams with differing priorities were meeting in the lobby of an R&D complex lobby. 

	After taking position he nodded respectfully over to Ms. Queensguard, politely offering the intonation of [color=b8860b]"Ma'am."[/color]