[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]

	Before the exploding window/masterfully staged improvised exit, the crazy lady had a lot to say about Caesar. She had omitted from her little biographical rambling, though. The lack of these major details was as telling as the fact that she knew as much as she did. While not just "public record" stuff, she definitely seemed to have gotten the redacted version of his file. This was a thought he would have in coming moments. Right then, Caesar took in a brain full of the concept that his attempt to talk the situation down using any of his negotiation or intimidation skills. No, this bitch would have to eat cold, emotionless steel. 

	But she did get one thing wrong with utter certainty. Caesar was not a father. He had [i]fathered[/i], raising a baby girl into an intelligent, powerful woman, but the moment that the light of her vitality was snuffed, so was his claim to be someone's daddy in this lifetime. With that gone, Caesar wasn't sure what he was capable of doing anymore. His wife (well, ex-wife) had often told him that having Alicia made him more human, less of this creature shrouded in blood and darkness. But the crazy, window-jumping bitch was correct, she couldn't keep up with the lifestyle. Even the watered down, abridged one he showed her; not for very long. The truth was that his role of "hero to the common people" aside, he was a borderline sociopath that clung to a few, faint glimmers of morality. Grief had made him very dark before. It would again. Just a matter of time - probably after they interred Alicia. It would make for a profoundly interesting week. 

	But first, Caesar could not just let the woman run away without protest. He too sprinted for the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the retreating duo. Hopefully, he could find an equally speedy route down. Possibly using her own line, though if it was reactive and she thought to bring long a catalyst stick, it would be a very bumpy landing. But before he attempted anything, he shot a look to Keystone, who was still covering Cecily. [color=orangered]"Orders still stand. You know what to do, Stone."[/color]

	Keystone looked to Cecily, then back to Caesar. This was a touch of madness, what it looked like he was about to do. Give him a good, solid opponent to beat down and he was happy, but jumping out of windows? Hell, everyone's got to have a hobby. Though somewhere in the back of his mind, he was wondering if this was a diversion for something. He was thinking like a Security Agent. Arrive on scene, secure ground, protect your charge. The brutish man had standing orders, and he was the only one around that El Jefe trusted, despite his glaring lack of administrative experience. 

	[color=b8860b]"Got this. Do what you gotta, Boss."[/color] he said quickly to a man taking short nanoseconds figuring the best way to give chase to a psychotic chick who jumped out of a window carrying a child. Then he remembered a minor myth attributed to the man from just a few years prior. It was a particularly gruesome Alternate Method of Descent. Let it never be said that the man was a slouch at improvisation. He just hoped that a similar situation was not shaping up here. The way Caesar was looking at that Federal Agent, it was possible that's what he had in mind for a moment.  

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