[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]J. Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://www.przegladsportowy.pl/m/Repozytorium.Podglad.aspx/1200/0/przegladsportowy/633903152934150000.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=b8860b]Location:[/color][/b] Queensguard R&D Industrial Complex: Outside the Office
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	Bored bored bored bored bored. Bored. This had to be the longest meeting in Corporate Executive history. He had already imagined and planned many different and exciting ways to painfully do in the people around him, just in case it was necessary. Luckily, the mild paranoia that comes from working for a man like Caesar did well to keep Keystone raptly alert, despite his monumental sense of useless waiting. Then a text message came through. Keystone felt it was safe enough to check it out. 

	[center][i][color=orangered][u]"All good here. Italian tonight? Might bring guest. Talk business then, call you later."[/u][/color][/i][/center]

	He was a little surprised to see the word "Guest" in the message. Caesar had been mostly withdrawn as of late, not that he could blame the man. That word could mean a number of things. For now, and not only because he was likely under the scrutiny of security personnel that were not under his command, Keystone responded to the message at face value. 

	[center][i][color=b8860b][u]"Still at work, client in meeting. If over soon, will cook. If not, restaurant. Will call when can."[/u][/color][/i][/center]

	Other eyes in the corridor wandered over to the broad Security Agent. Perhaps there was a touch of judgement; after all, he was responding to an instant message while on the job. Ordinarily he wouldn't, at least not in quite that fashion. But he was waiting for information that Caesar was still alive and well. This counted. And the nature of the message hinted that he had found something. If he was lucky, those unfamiliar with the situation would just think that he was being a little sloppy. That would suit him just fine. 

	[color=b8860b]"Supper plans."[/color] he stated simply, and put his secure phone away. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	So Roy would not be joining them. As Caesar had originally planned on going alone anyway, it wasn't too much of a letdown. Of course, the thought occurred to him that if he were being straight with the three of them, his life was massively in danger here. Caesar didn't want anyone else dead. Check that - he wanted many, many people dead. Just not anyone that he felt didn't deserve it. That particular list had a way of changing often. 

	Caesar accepted Detective Gregory's card and looked it over thoroughly, then tucked it away. As he did, he assured the detective that he would indeed continue to act as her protector. [color=orangered]"It's one of the reasons I asked her to come."[/color] Past that, he waited until there was lull enough in the dual phone conversations to address the two of them. [color=orangered]"I'm meeting my associate after a while for dinner to talk some business and get last minute details worked. Do either of you want to join us? We're doing Italian."[/color]