[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]"Prison..."[/color] growled Caesar softly. [color=orangered]"Yeah, I know. I have a murdered associate, spent some time there."[/color] Of course, she hadn't died there, she had died very recently in Seattle. They had set up a base of operations there and moved on months ago, leaving her behind to handle her part of the business. Whoever these people were, they seemed bound and determined to murder as many people close to him or under his employ. 

	[color=b8860b]"You alright, Boss?"[/color] asked Keystone. Apparently, the usual scowl on Caesar's face had deepened into something hinting quietly at homicide. He needed to know where to concentrate the primary output of his rage and firepower, and he had very little in the way of finding out how. Caesar nodded. Sure, he was alright. His eyes went back up to the new guy and his credentials. [color=orangered]"Tinder."[/color] Even as he revealed that he was indeed the Tinder that they were supposed to meet for a meal earlier today, he had figured it out. There was very little that happened anymore that wasn't a horrifying coincidence. 

	At that time, SWAT decided to join the party. Their appearance likely might kick off a firefight, all ethnic and surly, packing firearms around an FBI Agent. Luck seemed to be with them as Marc made his wry comment about them being "a little late", as no immediate shooting started. He tucked away his small arms, urging Keystone to do the same. As soon as the giant of a man complied, Caesar followed up with his own bit of sarcasm. [color=orangered]"Yeah. That was really bad luck. Just missed her."[/color] Naturally, those sons of bitches, or whoever gave them orders, was part of this. Suddenly, he didn't feel very safe in that hallway, surrounded by trained men with automatic weapons and highly questionable loyalty. 

	[color=orangered]"Nothing more we can do here. Let's let the professionals handle it and look after our client."[/color] he began a slow walk away from the scene, but made it a point to address Agent Tinder, [color=orangered]"If you can still make that meeting, hura, let me know, huh?"[/color] 

	[color=b8860b]"Oi, Boss? We done? Just like that?"[/color] 

	[color=orangered]"Just like that. Appointments tomorrow. New leads. Cecily? You good, niña? Let's get work out of the way then, unless you've got something?"[/color] He sounded strangely motivated, ignoring the crushing failure of not nailing down that heartless bitch while he had the chance. Maybe she was right, and his recent loss made him more cautious about collateral damage. The time was coming soon for him to retire, [i]really[/i] retire this time. Only a few more people had to die. 

	[color=b8860b]"C'mon then, Miss Cecily. He's cookin' somethin' up, I can tell. Hey, afters, let's all try and catch a bite. Y'know, [i]again[/i]. What's your fave?"[/color]