[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] Justice Asylum [hr][hr][/center]

	Keystone could hear the scream, too. It was difficult not to. His first impulse in instances like this was usually to advance and pummel the potential threat senseless, but he had a higher priority at that point; keeping Cecily safe. Big, scary bodyguard. But Caesar wanted him to come along to help him locate (and potentially bring suffering upon) the woman he greatly suspected murdered his daughter. If Cecily's guess was correct, and this was the woman in question, he would [i]have[/i] to make a move, and immediately. Hell, if Caesar knew that he was nearby and let her slip through his fingers without so much as a quick peek to observe, his continued employment would be called into question. At the very least. He had to go. But Cecily...

	But Cecily solved his dilemma for him. Upon voicing her desire to "go get her", it absolved him of any obligation to hang back or the purposes of protecting his charge. She wanted to go closer and he was her huge, hulking shadow. But first, he had to let Caesar know what was about to happen. I this lady was as dangerous as he'd been led to believe, he wanted backup on its way; the type of backup that had little qualms with getting their hands dirty. Keystone quickly dug his phone from his pocket and activated a Voice to Text option and spoke into the device. [color=b8860b]"Text [i]El Jefe[/i]."[/color] 

[center][color=b8860b][i][u]At the crime scene. Screams from down the hall, might be her. On the way now. Would love some backup.[/u][/i][/color][/center]

	[color=b8860b]"Right then, let's get to it."[/color] said Keystone, slipping his phone away and drawing a his rarely utilized sidearm, a beast of a hand cannon bearing the stamp of "Desert Eagle .50". The big man's training had him with a preference for more brutal melee combat, but he wasn't taking any chances, as personal as this was. [color=b8860b]"Keep behind me, yeah?"[/color] he told Cecily, and began a cautious jog in the direction of the ruckus. As they neared a corner, Keystone glanced back at his young charge, asking, [color=b8860b]"Broomstick, eh?"[/color] before continuing onward. 

	Meanwhile, on a lower floor, Caesar had busied himself looking for possible means of egress one might take unnoticed, as well as signs that they may have been used recently. When he received the message from Keystone, upstairs, he broke off at a run. Elevator excluded, anyway. It would take a bit longer for him to reach the scene, obviously, but he would get there soon. Hopefully, soon enough.