[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/14/62/5b/14625bbb4d7534f03ccad7fe0cff5d07.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Just outside of Queensguard Private Airfield
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	[color=orangered]"She's early..."[/color] growled Caesar. His contract holder, Elizabeth Queensguard, had specifically stated when Ms. McCormick would be back in town. It would not be for a while, yet. Something must have changed. The life of a highly placed government official was certain to have many unexpected events pop up, but this seemed a touch suspicious. 

	Caesar was learning a little bit about living in Justice. Apparently, a big one indicated that there were no coincidences; everything was related. Suspicious activity, thing that were out of place should be treated as exactly that, until such time as it can be proven otherwise. At this time, however, he couldn't let his attention be split between two objectives. He promised Cecily something. That something would likely assist in discovering the identity of his girls' murderer. He couldn't abandon her just now. 

	Switching function of his satellite phone, he punched up Keystone's secure line. Before he hit the call icon, he popped his head over to where his partner in subterfuge was inspecting. Caesar glared inside of the drainage pipe, taking note of the hole cut out of it. [color=orangered]"M'hija was here..."[/color] Maybe she was and maybe she wasn't. Very circumstantial. But the it was an interesting coincidence - one of those things that didn't really happen in Justice. He confirmed the call. 

	Speaking in low tones, he kicked things off. [color=orangered]"Secretary McCormick just landed, far ahead of schedule. Might be something. Agency escort. Put a tail on her."[/color] He looked into the pipe again, still on the line with Keystone. Yeah, they were going in there. Had to. It was imperative, now. While the large man responded, Caesar removed his bandana and handed it over to Cecily, motioning at her tattoo. 


[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: Security Hub
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	Meanwhile, back at HQ, the day had gotten very interesting. Word had come in through standard company communications that they were to put the building under immediate lockdown. Last minute VIP coming in; for all Keystone knew it was some Queensguard inspector or another, checking to see if there were any problems with the company's new outside security firm. He wouldn't put it past them, not one bit. One thing that he did do, and well, was manage security protocol. Naturally, it involved a lot of yelling. 

	[color=b8860b]"Bloody fuckin'ell, you! Get on the horn, call back every bronzecock what's on break. Tell 'em five minutes or it's their arse, yeah?" 

	"You! Back in full uniform! Find your watch sergeant! You got massive shite needs doin'!"

	"FULL LOCKDOWN, PEOPLE! We gots a guest arrivin', and bloody soon!"[/color]

	Then there was the call from Caesar. Foreboding, ominous even. His response was understandable, give the circumstances. [color=b8860b]"No can, boss."[/color] he barked out in his businesslike, Cockney accent. [color=b8860b]"Word in from our contractor, we've got a VIP movin' this way double quick. They want full security in 20, an' I'm a little short 'anded. We got it, but can't spare a body for ya, not even me."[/color] 

	[color=orangered]"Did they say who? Could be the Secretary."[/color] That would be another of those Justice, CA "coincidences" that Caesar had noticed.

	[color=b8860b]"Nah, didn't say who. Sounds right likely, though. I'll keep you sped, yeah?"[/color]

	[color=orangered]"Text. Doing something quiet, here."[/color]

	[color=b8860b]"Yeah, Boss. On it."[/color]

	Before the phone dropped connection, Keystone could clearly be heard telling some unfortunate bastard to [color=b8860b]"Stop sodding about!"[/color], referring to him as a [color=b8860b]"Bloody Wankstain"[/color] with true vigor in his voice. Yeah, they should be ok, so long as Keystone gave the illusion of manners when their guest arrived. The good news was, Keystone got his digital copies. The bad news, no quiet place that served hard liquor to review them. At least, not for a while yet.