[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]J. Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/9c/ba/f3/9cbaf3be02b57676c6708b37c484110a.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=b8860b]Location:[/color][/b] Queensguard R&D Industrial Complex: Outside Elisabeth's Office -> Security Hub
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	After what was one of the longer and less interesting shifts he'd ever pulled, Keystone noted with only mild disappointment that the outside security left without so much as an annoyed glance in his direction. He had given a fair amount of consideration about what he might do in the instance of a sudden act of aggression from these people, so much in fact that the absence of that sweet, sweet violence he had so anticipated left him at something of a loss. Maybe later he'd hit the gym and work off some of that unrealized aggression. Or maybe he'd just hit a bar in a crappy part of town and let nature take its course. Hell, even odds he'd just have his meeting with El Jefe (and guests) and return to his apartment for a warm, sudsy bath with the "25" album on repeat. Yes, that would suffice nicely. 

	But those plans wouldn't happen unless he made a move on them. Keystone checked his phone again to confirm the time and number of guests. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too late to get a table reserved. It's not like Valentino's was a big name restaurant - it was a neighborhood affair, popular with locals. And this wasn't a prime service night, either. But he had to admit, they had good food. It was a special place that made their own ravioli. When he got back to the Hub, Keystone punched up their number. 

	[color=b8860b]"Oi! Yeah, howsaboutya, umm..."[/color] rolled out his pronounced East Ender accent, [color=b8860b]"I know it's already into th' shift and whatnot, but I'm needin' a table for four on reserve list for 'bout an hour out. Got me? ...yeah. Uh huh. Right then, name of Keystone. Yeah, Keystone, just like it sounds. Uh huh. Yeah! The big soddin' git what ate up all the raviolis! Okay then, thanksya much."[/color] 

	Keystone ended the conversation with a thumb swipe across his device and headed into the lockers. In short order he was changed out and the equipment he borrowed from the company stored back neatly. He only had to a few minutes for a shift report before calling it a night, barring any site emergency. Then it was on to the next piece of business, courtesy of Caesar Gonzalez.