[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar[/color] y [color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img][/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Valentino's Italian Restaurant (Diamond District) [hr][hr][/center]

	Keystone's appraisal of the younger and much tinier Cecily was initially one of skepticism. Caesar didn't have a reputation for taking on younger, female [i]business[/i] partners, or any other type of younger, female partner with verifiable intellect. Then again, one's reputation wasn't always the best marker of their personality. He was living proof of that; for some ungodly reason, most people had a hard time believing that a man of his size, breeding, and lack of formal education would know how to properly debone a mallard, let alone transform the animal into a proper French galantine, pistachios or no. 

	Then Cecily opened up about her recent history surviving a handful of attempts on her life. Now [i]that[/i] made sense. The old man had a history of taking women in danger under his wing until either their tragic and inevitable death, resulting in a redoubling of efforts to eviscerate the person (or persons) responsible in a dramatic fashion, else they survive the carnage and provide some manner of dire minute assistance that saves [i]his[/i] life, teaching him a lesson of fragile humanity and perseverance in the process. Yeah, that sounded much more likely. Keystone looked upon the junior coroner with a mixture of hope and pity. [color=b8860b]"Rough go of it, love. Bloody mess, this all is. Lemme know if I can choke a twat out for ya, yeah?"[/color]

	Now, Caesar himself had something else on his mind. He was in a much better vantage point to see the television. He was transfixed. Slowly, he pushed his seat back and stood, absently tapping Cecily's uninjured shoulder. Five taps in, he motioned to the screen, asking, [color=orangered]"That's that puta now, isn't it? Background, walking right at the front fucking door... Bitch must pay."[/color] 

	A thought hit him - this was a seasoned operative, obviously. Why the hell would she intentionally cross in front of a live camera feed and go into the front door of a public building? Hiding in plain sight, maybe? Or was this an elaborate setup? Better question, why the fuck was he even [i]thinking[/i] right now? If Cecily confirmed (or even if she didn't, it's not like a metric ton of rational thought went into most of his non-business decisions), he was most assuredly on his way as fast as humanly possible. Caesar fished out a bill and tossed it on the table. Supper be damned, if he actually survived tonight he was going to find a late night sandwich place or order a pizza. [color=orangered]"Might want to call your cop friend. Keystone! We're going to need your Ramcharger."[/color]