[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]

	[color=orangered]"[i]Me cago en todo lo que se menea![/i]"[/color][sub]1[/sub] growled Caesar, trying like hell to get a license plate number. Even that was a long shot, obviously. From the looks of things on the ground, this woman hadn't put a whole lot of planning into the mission, which if applied in to professional target would have been called Personnel Extraction. But she didn't need planning, did she? No, she had support. Apparently, lots of it. Adding insult to injury, his little bluff didn't even faze her. Most folks, there would have been a blink, a second of indecision, something. 

	Police backup should have been there already. Mental Health facilities had these people on speed dial, plus a boatload of contingencies on standby. The whole building should have gone on lockdown. Proserpine would have known this, which meant that either she didn't care, or it was being handled. Hell, it was being handled [i]while the cops were downstairs[/i]. [color=orangered]"Bitch used the cops as cover. The girl was the target. God damnit."[/color] 

	[color=b8860b]"We givin' chase, Boss?"[/color] piped up Keystone, giving a quick glance back to make sure that Cecily was still with them and intact. He holstered his personal hand cannon and looked at the two men before him, gaze switching, as if waiting for something to happen. Caesar responded heavily. [color=orangered]"No. I didn't think we'd even see her here - but we learned things."[/color] The grizzled Mexican gave the other man in scene a long glare. On the chance that he was law enforcement, Caesar covered his bases with standard buzz talk. [color=orangered]"It's outside our jurisdiction now, anyway. We're only here to look after [i]our client[/i]."[/color] The words came out in a manner that seemed sardonic and rehearsed. 

	What he saw gave him some pause, though. That woman pulled off the kind of maneuver that mimicked one of his own from years ago. And she didn't even bother to look in Cecily's direction. Either she was remarkably well disciplined mentally, or the present Coroner was not officially on the menu. Caesar turned his attention back to the unidentified and otherwise unmarked man slinging a pistol in a crime scene,  [color=orangered]"Maybe it's time you told us who the hell you are, and who you work for."[/color] It wasn't like he could hide his own identity, Proserpine broadcast his basic information to whomever was listening just then. A little reciprocity seemed in order. But any man who pulled a gun on that bitch might just be a friend to him. Or at least his cause. Add that he had an interest in protecting the girl above anything else, he might even be a decent person. Caesar might have use for decent people.  

	
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1	= 	(Literally) "I shit on everything that moves!" 
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