[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] Queensguard Private Airfield
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	It was almost like old times. Sure, Caesar very much wished that it was nighttime, or that they had walked into this with some type of uniform (be it security, maintenance, or other) for cover. But, you take what you can get, and what they had was broad daylight, open spaces, and guards walking patrol, not to mention a tagalong possessing zero experience with intrusion or stealth. Well, when the going gets tough, the tough find soft cover. Sizing up his options, the elder man looked back to Cecily. 

	[color=orangered]"You got enough samples, Niña? We've got to make it to a building, maybe find some coveralls or something and blend. There's an opening for the next few seconds. If you're good, we're moving. Low and fast, as long as we have cover."[/color]

	Caesar took yet another look around for anything resembling surveillance devices or intrusion countermeasures, both active and passive. The moment he was confident that they were safe to go, he motioned to his junior B&E colleague to follow. This wasn't his first rodeo, and he wasn't running about all willy-nilly. Come to think of it, if anyone had ever accused Caesar of doing anything "All Willy-Nilly", they ran the very serious risk of being marionetted with their own intestines and made to perform the Latino version of the Gettysburg Address. 

	Gruesome public speaking assignments aside, Caesar checked for signage, indicating anything that matched up with the itinerary provided to him earlier. Safety and avoiding detection was the primary motivation with his choice of movement, but he and Cecily had to get somewhere useful. Otherwise, why even come out here? So, find the next blind point in the security rotation, and...

	[color=orangered]"C'mon, we go now."[/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: Security Hub
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	The large man's eyes scanned the S.O.P. checklist for securing this particular site in preparation for a V.I.P. It was, as the first "S" in the initial acronym, fairy Standard. Written up by the first Directors of this location, a Miss Gonzalez and a Miss Dunn. The checklist gave good illustrations of the facility, including checkpoints, possible entry points, concerns, threat areas, kill zones, sniping points, and the occasional "nuclear option". Everything seemed to be in order. 

	As Keystone began his walk to the receiving area of the facility, he opened up a channel on his comm. In a deep but quiet voice, he addressed the standing personnel, [color=b8860b]"Listen up, then. We 'ave a "Capital V.", I.P. comin' in the next few. Addin' to proper service, I want a last minute sweep. Raw eyes on it, confirm with cameras after. Also, one man outta every group, um... whoever's last name's first alphabetical, scan eyes upward - spy and sniper spots, on and off site. This's gonna be a smooth receive, else heads roll. Good job as yet. Keep it up."[/color] 

	This wasn't exactly his ideal job at the moment, Acting Director, but handling something like [i]this[/i] was entirely within his skill set. Now if the job could only incorporate him pummeling two to four men senseless with his bare fists, then it would be very much like an active and entertaining Saturday evening back home. Keystone shook his head, and met up with the other two agents on receiving detail. They silently nodded to one another, and moved to wait at the interior of the doors leading out. Selecting a narrower bandwidth, he contacted the Hub. [color=b8860b]"How we lookin', eh?"[/color]