[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]

	It was true, Caesar [i]did[/i] have a lot of questions. The video left him with more. Much of what his daughter said in her recording could have been easily sussed out by the older man; it seemed obvious that there was a conspiracy going on, obvious that the conspirators were acting upon their own authority and that the corrupt allowed them to do so. The very same people would press their advantage against any who tried to set things right. Make an example out of said person, publicly if possible, and call it justice. A sick irony, considering the name of the city. Thinking about it, that was rather the point, wasn't it? Justice and Irony. 

	Alicia got in too deep with these people, way too deep to get herself back out. She could have told her Papi what was going on. It wouldn't have been the first time Caesar would have to face overwhelming odds and have to kill [i]just a whole fucking lot of people[/i]. Maybe this time he would have to be a touch more selective, at least until he knew exactly where he needed to lay the blade. But the prospect galled him. He didn't do that "subtlety" crap very well. He kills. It's what he did, when backed into a corner. Or paid well. Or if someone was suicidal enough to mess with his family. You know, when he wasn't running a legitimate business. 

	The last part of Alicia's message was, in more ways than one, cryptic. [i][b]"Go home and pay your respect to the dead."[/b][/i] Home could have meant many things. San Antonio was home for a long while after Caesar moved to the United States. It was where his M'hija was born and where she did a lot of her growing up. Chattanooga, TN could be considered home, too; it was where they built his company, and remains the main office of MSS. But none of his family died there. 

	But there was the family crypt in Monterray, Nuevo León. It housed the bones of the Gonzalez family going back for generations. One day, it would be his resting place. Very soon, it would be his daughter's. Alicia wanted him to check out the crypt? Fine. As it turns out, his plans had him going that way, anyway. 

	Caesar looked over to Cecily, who was obviously keen on getting out ASAP and getting her shoulder tended to by a medical professional. Couldn't blame her. If this is all that Alicia had to say, it was high time that he got to moving as well. He began a cursory search of the area, checking to see if he had missed anything. When satisfied, he began to walk back to the end of the hideout, the area with lowered lighting in the back. Maybe there was a switch on the wall or something similar. While making his way back, he spoke aloud to Cecily. 

	[color=orangered]"Oye, Niña... We're getting out of here soon, ok? Hey, have you ever been to Mexico?"[/color] 

	Getting her out of town for a few days might not be a bad idea, either. 


[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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	[color=b8860b]"Pleasure's on Yours Truly, Miss..ah, Admiral McCormick, ma'am."[/color] He noted the lack of familiar courtesy, owing it to the difference in station of the two of them. At least, that's what he would say if asked. Keystone turned his head slightly, just enough to infer that his next words were directed at Ms. Queensguard and not the Admiral in front of him. [color=b8860b]"Got our standards set up, ma'am. Eyes 'n' ears on ya til you find a quiet spot."[/color]

	He moved his line of sight back to their guest. His accent, generally with a massive amount of East London charm, was somewhat more subdued at that moment. Subdued, but still noticable. [color=b8860b]"Host security's at your disposal, Admiral. Just go runnin' your needs through me direct, if'n something comes up."[/color] He took a step back and moved to his people at the wings. [color=b8860b]"Keep the detail on Ms. Queensguard."[/color] he ordered in quiet tones. [color=b8860b]"And keep your ears on at all times, yeah?"[/color]