[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]

	The older Mexican had a profound feeling that they had lingered in that building for far too long. His desire to leave grew with each passing minute, in no small part due to the number of heavily armed Californians with ties to a crooked law enforcement agency in his general vicinity. With all of the death slamming into the streets just recently (sometimes literally), Caesar wished to be on his way prior to some random bullet tearing off a lobe of his brain before he could bury his daughter and find out what secrets she was hiding back in Monterrey. 

	Meanwhile, Keystone was having a slightly better time of it. He stuck to Cecily like a giant, Cockney shadow as she moved from this place to that, experiencing the elation of going to retrieve the video, then the sudden disappointment as it was not within the realm of possibility. Still, this was more of the kind of work that he was accustomed to performing; Keystone was a massive blunt object that was best thrown against an opponent or used as a living wall, interposed between danger and someone in need of protection from it. 

	Naturally, the big man had accepted the card from the SWAT lead, as he would be the only one of their group in country after tomorrow morning (a fact that he kept to himself, as did Caesar). When they had all finished with their statements, Caesar motioned them in close and spoke with nonchalant but quiet tones. [color=orangered]"If we're wrapped up, let's get going. It feels like we've been in this asylum for a month. And you and I,"[/color] he motioned to Cecily, [color=orangered]"...we need to pack. I'm going to lend you the Big Guy,"[/color] a thumb to Keystone, [color=orangered]"if you'd feel more comfortable, given that there's a psychopath out there someplace. I'm not sure I'll be sleeping until we get on the plane, myself."[/color] 

	Mind ever on food, Keystone interjected, [color=b8860b]"Yeah, Boss. I got 'er. Well, if'n she's game, any'ow."[/color] He grinned at the young Coroner, [color=b8860b]"So, 'owsaboutya then, Miss Cecily? Up for it? And wheres you wanna go for eats?"[/color]