[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]"Stay close."[/color] cautioned Caesar, looking with an eye for detail into the gaping maw that was the drainage system. something didn't seem quite right about all of this. Logic intruded upon the murderous calm that was Caesar's thought process at the current, throwing a series of Maybes and the like at him. If this was the spot that Alicia met her end, then why hadn't these people fixed the grate yet? It had been vastly more than long enough for it to have been handled. Assuming that some manner of red tape prevented the immediate repair, then physical guards should have been stationed around an obvious intrusion point into an otherwise secure location. This could be a trap, plain and simple. 

	The alternative was that they (whomever "They" were) didn't realize yet that this is were their unwanted guest penetrated the defenses. If that person was Alicia, then she obviously wasn't murdered here. The killer(s), if involved with Queensguard, would have seen to the repair. 

	Then another, somewhat more horrifying possibility hit Caesar: What if it was a double-cross? If Alicia and Lorna had a partner in this, uninvolved directly with Queensguard, betrayal would explain why the grate wasn't fixed if indeed his daughter was killed here. In which case, looking for evidence further in may just be an unnecessary risk. Unless, of course they got their final experience with backstabbing while exiting the premises. 

	Whatever the reason, Caesar wanted to give this place a thorough once-over before continuing in, pipe and water both. He began making his way further into the watery passage, eyes open and searching. The concept of walking through at least knee deep water was not very appealing, and not only from a level of personal comfort. Leaving a wet trail behind them would seriously hinder efforts to remain hidden, were they to continue inside in broad daylight. Caesar made the decision to keep behind those bushes for a little bit, getting an accurate lay of the land. 


[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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	Half of his time down, half to go. The expectation was twenty minutes, and for the most part, his people were doing their jobs admirably. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, working the hell out of the layabouts and dismissing them afterwards. If they wanted to cause trouble, they would be exhausted. Most likely they weren't around. This was a good thing. 

	The concept of putting a building, or even series of buildings, on lockdown was actually more technology-oriented then anything else; it was much like securing battlestations on a ship. Most everything could be handled from the Hub. Broadcast goes out to active security personnel to man their stations and be on alert, not to allow unnecessary persons in or near anywhere without proper authorization backed up by logs and technological measures. Entrances and exits required a physical presence, confirmed by the camera systems in the Hub, were well-rested men and women kept sharp eyes on the screens and structural electronic systems. 

	Keystone himself took two minutes to acquaint himself with the company's equipment room, grabbing one of two items to make himself useful working the ground. It was where he was better, anyway. After stripping down to his t-shirt, he grabbed the same kind of gear that walking security personnel used; ballistic vest and black blazer, earpiece tuned to company frequencies. It wasn't his preferred gear; that was kept back at his apartment. But it did give a sense of uniformity that one might expect from a professional, private security force. He clipped his plastic-covered company I.D. to the front of his borrowed jacket, and returned to the Hub to await the arrival of this V.I.P. that, if the Boss was correct, wasn't due back for another week or two. He intended to meet this person with a team of three, including himself, as soon as the vehicle stopped in front of the complex.