[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://medias.telerama.fr/cinemovies/photos/19081/machete-2010-19081-526148567.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] "Tunnels", near Queensguard Private Airfield [hr][hr][/center]

	The decision to travel to the Morgue required a little more consideration than just, "Hey! Morgue seems like the place to be!"; there were other factors. The first one in Caesar's mind was the little matter of his trike. It wasn't particularly close to their entry point, in fact being well outside of their (legal) influence. But little things like boundaries, Caesar suspected, didn't mean much to men like this. Well, any more than they meant to him, at any rate. 

	Securing that vehicle meant a faster trip to wherever they were headed. It also meant that they wouldn't find it, wouldn't put two and two together, and wouldn't trace the intrusion back to him. But it wasn't obviously parked. Caesar put the odds at 50-50, them poking their heads above ground this close to the airfield. And Cecily's wound wasn't gushing blood at the present. She seemed to want to hit the Morgue first, and send someone back to collect the trike. Might as well. It would be slower, but more likely to avoid another gunfight and potentially make the situation worse. 

	[color=orangered]"Ok niña. Morgue, get you fixed up. If you know somebody that can get that trike, [i]that you trust[/i], I'd like it if you would ask them to try. Let's get moving then."[/color]

	As they began their thoroughly unglamorous underground trek, Caesar began speaking, remembering the message on the video from earlier. [color=orangered]"I meant what I said before. About leaving town. I have some business to take care of, far away from here. You know what some of it is already. You should come. Stay out of town until eyes are looking at someone else. We'd leave as soon as you... as soon as the morgue is finished..."[/color] 



[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: Outside Elisabeth's Office
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	Keystone and his small group of MSS guards took position outside of the office, as instructed. Unless told otherwise by a ranking official in the company, he was to follow contract for this woman. But something was nagging him. Somehow, Caesar knew that it was this woman who was about to show up. It was one of the last things he had communicated to Keystone; then there was nothing. There had to be a connection there, somewhere. 

	Maybe it was just a healthy dose of paranoia, but just then the broad man didn't feel particularly safe. He was also very curious as to the nature of this visit. As glad as he was that he was packing a secure vest and firearm, it came with very little comfort in the closer quarters of this hallway, being in close proximity of other trained men with guns that he didn't command. Keystone touched his earpiece, and broke the tense silence with his deep, Cockney brogue, [color=b8860b]"Status at the 'ub? Eyes on us an' the client, yeah?"[/color] 

	He gave a quick smile to the Secretary's security, and made sure to pay plenty of attention to the details of these men. How they were standing, how they held their hands, the expressions on their faces. Where they kept communication devices, obvious weapons, and places for less obvious ones. Considering the close proximity, he judged the distance to them as opposed to how much ground he could cover before they could clear a weapon. 

	Keystone planned, consciously, how best to kill these men if need took him. Barehanded if possible, and how to respond if there was a hint of alarm inside of that office. Safe, not sorry.