[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/wbomIbUs5Bc2I/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Somewhere Above the U.S./Mexico Border [hr][hr][/center] 

	The appearance of supper roused the grizzled master of dismemberment from his deep and profound slumber. If there was anything that could wake Caesar, it was the appearance of medium rare red meat (be it wrapped in golden puff pastry and slathered in mushroom duxelles). Almost as if by magic, even. The second that the scent of their first-class repast cut through the canned air of the plane's cabin, Caesar snapped to life, springing to his feet with hands instinctively moving to fill with sharp implements.

	A gruff but unintelligible grunt later and Caesar excused himself to the cabin lavatory, where he took care of a pressing internal issue. He returned to a slightly more talkative Cecily, who was seemed particularly interested in the cinematic selections they had at their disposal. She looked disturbed. Highly. [color=orangered]"We have time for a movie, Niña. Put something on if you want."[/color] He gave consideration to asking the young lady what troubled her so, but stopped just shy of doing so. If she felt like sharing, he reasoned that she would before too long. 

	Their meal looked superb. Caesar was never really one to personally go for the finer things in life, content to take things as they came. His money merely made it easier to do what he wanted to do, when he wanted to do it. It just so happened that while he financed his own desires, he was exposed to fine food and wine, vehicles, art, etc., and found that he did not hate it. Still, it was not with any particular degree of joy that he sat down to eat. His "usual" beverage, so far as plane trips went, was actually a large bottle of water. Ok, the water, plus mescal. Just not in the same glass. 

	About halfway through his steak, Caesar mentioned aloud, [color=orangered]"I don't know who will be meeting us at the airport. Might be MSS, might be blood. There could be a scene. Just let it happen. Also, not everybody in mi familia speaks English."[/color] He cleared his palate with a sip of liquor, [color=orangered]"I haven't seen these people in years. Maria will definitely be there. Benicio, Angel, too. Couple dozen others I share a name with. A lot more I don't."[/color] He chewed thoughtfully for a moment, [color=orangered]"Maria... might want to kill me. Maybe she has a right. But not until we're done."[/color] 



[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]J. Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/9c/ba/f3/9cbaf3be02b57676c6708b37c484110a.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=b8860b]Location:[/color][/b] Justice Airport [hr][hr][/center]

	They looked like the last ones off the plane, but there was no mistaking who they were. Five of them, head to toe in tactical utility wear, head to toe black. Slender in comparison to many people that he would train in unarmed combat, but they possessed a look about them that hinted to everyone around to treat them like broken glass - dangerous, best left alone. Three men, one woman, all younger than the broad pugilist would have liked. They spotted Keystone right away. Approaching directly, they stopped just outside of striking range. One extended a clipboard with official looking papers attached. 

	"Ibanez, Tech Specialist. Who am I reporting to?" 

	He wasted no words on flowery banter. [color=b8860b]"Actin' Director Johnathon Keystone. Use my last name only, right? So, you lot rated on 'and to 'and? Firearms? Tactics, Stealth an' the like? We've got us a situation in Justice, understand."[/color]

	"We all have company certification in at least one firearm type, Sir, plus intermediate to advanced close combat skills. Two of us were military. The other two were recruited right out of college. Alicia trained all of us personally and we've been wearing the Black ever since. No looking back. Some asshole murdered her and we were the first ones to volunteer. We're anxious to get settled in and started, Sir. You point us where you need, and we're on it."  The others seemed fine with letting this ...Ibanez speak for the group. 

	[color=b8860b]"Right. We can use all the 'elp we can get while Jefe's with his family. You in charge of your group, Ibanez?"[/color] 

	"No, sir. Seniority. We were informed that our direct report might already be on site, or arriving soon. That you?"

	[color=b8860b]"Bloody 'ell [i]no[/i]. 'eard that, too. Caesar, erm, Mr. Gonzalez told me it'd be someone unexpected-like, gave me a signal to listen for. They ain't 'ere yet, far as I'm knowin'."[/color] 

	"Ok, Sir. If you get us to your Hub, we can at least take over and do a fresh diagnostic, get acquainted with your system and your private files. If it's okay though, Sir?" He seemed to want to ask something. 

	[color=b8860b]"Yeah?"[/color] 

	"None of us was eaten since lunch yesterday. We could really go for a burger or something. Is that alright?" 

	Keystone gave a small smile. [color=b8860b]"Of course! We'll work somethin' out on the quick. Now, let's get your baggage and be on our merry."[/color]