[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/742397576704450560/gEkBVdZ-_400x400.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Justice Asylum [hr][hr][/center]

	An eyebrow was raised at Cecily's casual use of what might be considered the Mother of all Fuck words. Apparently, the lack of video was that absolutely galling to her, and in truth it bothered him, too. Not so much with the particulars of the other case, but any chunk of evidence concerning the woman who he could not make blink and apparently had planned two escapes from the same side of the building (just in case someone cut her off from the stairwell) most definitely interested him. [color=orangered]"Had someone. Really good, too. She's in a refrigerated cabinet in your office right now."[/color] There was sadness in his voice, be it reined in by notes of anger and professionalism. Of course, he was talking about Alicia. 

	[color=orangered]"Tomorrow morning early, about the time we're leaving, some of my tech people from Seattle should be arriving by plane. M'hija trained them all herself, and they're committed. Volunteered with one day's notice, when they found out what happened."[/color] Of course, he did know of another young lay who could almost fill Alicia's shoes, but there was no chance in hell that Caesar was going to ask her to come to this god-cursed city, [i]nor his brother[/i] for permission to ask in the first place. He absently shook his head, trying to banish the thought before it took root any further than it already had. His tech people could handle this, if it was something that indeed warranted their attention. 

	[color=orangered]"If you can get us access back into the crime scene later on, maybe my people can take a look. In the meantime, I feel the need to return home and see what crawls up from the tunnels."[/color] He recalled the map from before, the one of the old tunnel system that opened, among other places, underneath his apartment. He needed to find out exactly how it was accessible, and if necessary, seal it off from his side. Or use it for his own advantage. [color=orangered]"When you two are ready to go, so am I."[/color]  



[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]J. Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSGD92NlT1U4iO-RpCSeub-G76G-fFitiQG9jg-fnmF7exr01mU[/img][center][sub][color=ed1c24]Caricature done of Keystone in Lyon, France during a spring festival, before he initiated a riot by punching out five mimes and an organ grinder.[/color][/sub][/center][hr][b][color=b8860b]Location:[/color][/b] Justice Asylum
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	At mention of the Tech people arriving in the morning, Keystone's face took on a note of recognition. [color=b8860b]"Yeah, I gots my East Enders comin' in, 'bout around the same time. I'll be happy, give you lot a ride in bright an' early. Gotta be there in a few hours, anyhow."[/color] Indeed time had a way of flying where violence and drama was concerned, except for the lulls between when it seemed to crawl with a maddeningly slow pace. 

	The big guy checked his phone, noting the time. [color=b8860b]"Bloody 'ell, we ain't got much time left..."[/color] he said with some urgency. [color=b8860b]"Miss Cecily, if we can get a move on?"[/color] he began escorting his charge through the waning press of professional bodies doing what they did to make the world safe for forensic evidence collection. [color=b8860b]"Apologies for givin' you the rush, but I got precious little 'fore my window closes, an' I've a call needs making."[/color] 

	The push brought them into the open air, where Keystone located his Ramcharger across the street and beelined toward it. He kept his eyes alert for the various kinds of anti-personnel threats that might befall one in an urban setting; vehicles driving oddly, shifting light in higher windows, anyone making prolonged stares in their general vicinity, etc. When they finally got there, he popped open the door for the young coroner, hopped in the driver's side, and immediately jumped on his phone. 

	[color=b8860b]"Oi, Valentino's? Still got the ovens on? Oh, thank Bacon."[/color] He looked over to Cecily, [color=b8860b]"Kitchen's still open."[/color] he said with muted joy. [color=b8860b]"Yeah, thanks for that. Takeaway, er, "To Go", 'cuse me. So, yeah, I'll be 'avin' that Penne Bolognese an' some of that precious Ravioli you lot make. Double order on that. Ah, an order of that Sicilian Grilled Fish, an, oh God, that Three Sausage Calzone you like to fold about with the mushrooms and whatnot. Yeah, that'd be tops, thanks. And lots of that salad and garlic bread. Uh huh. Yeah, same account. Thanks."[/color] He turned the key to his vehicle, it's older model engine roaring to life with satisfying dependability. Keystone turned again to Cecily, phone still to his ear, asking, [color=b8860b]"Right then, what'll you want to eat?"[/color]