[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 Very Northern Mexico [hr][hr][/center]

	Being cryptic was new to Caesar. If he had been in the past, it was not particularly intentional. But sitting there, slowly consuming his meal (which destroyed the cliches of airplane food in general), he came to the realization that what he had just said might require some sort of explanation, however brief. The fact that his two companions on this trip back home had glanced in his direction with puzzled demeanor after he said this aloud. They hadn't asked any questions about it (though Cecily started to), but they were there, just under the surface. Ok, a little supportive detail wouldn't hurt. But he didn't feel like turning this into Story Time with Unca Caesar. 

	[color=orangered]"Maria was Alicia's mother. We were married. She said this might happen."[/color] He didn't mention it, though it could be assumed that his lifestyle was a key reason why they were no longer together. And true, private security was a potentially dangerous occupation and Caesar's former life had a LOT to do with her misgivings, but very rarely would a professional in the field get themselves [i]murdered[/i] for it. They were conducting business as usual, as far as Caesar knew. It wasn't until after that the full scope of Alicia's activities began to come out. [color=orangered]"I didn't listen to her. M'hija didn't to listen to her either. I thought our familia was done with this foolishness. Here we are, in it again."[/color] Of course, there was the other side of that coin, now that they had viewed Alicia's second tape. Talk about cryptic. 

	[color=orangered]"Now we need them to get back out."[/color] [i]Fine[/i]. So he [i]was[/i] being cryptic. So sue him.




[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]

	Keystone flipped through the paperwork on the clipboard handed to him by Ibanez as they all made their way to Baggage Claim. It was work orders and personnel overview mostly; basic stuff for transfers, but what surprised him was the lack of official documentation that he would have to sign or at least acknowledge before moving forward. A brief second of distrust hit him at that realization. It smoothed over as he came to the conclusion that imposters would probably have had much more complete and convincing paperwork. Figuring that this group was probably sent in by El Jefe under direct orders and not through channels, there would be less to process. It might even be better this way. 

	Personnel files at least gave him names, which he went over in a quiet voice. [color=b8860b]"Ibanez... Vinters... Huang... Huang?"[/color] A moment of curiosity overtook him and he casually glanced back to the Asian in the group, and he asked, [color=b8860b]"你的家人是從黃河流域嗎?"[/color] 

	"Originally, yes sir. Some still live there." he responded, surprised that the large, oafish-looking man was fluent. Very fluent. 

	Turning his attention back to the list, he finished up with, [color=b8860b]"...and Whitmore... Right. Got space in m'ride for the lot of you; you and your bags, both."[/color] He did like his new vehicle. Not that he was the "thank-you note" type of guy, but he would have to mention something to Caesar when he got back. But speaking of room for bags, the group of similarly dressed persons had made it down to Baggage Claim. [color=b8860b]"Right then. Grab your shit. Car's outside; big black monster. I'll fill in proper once we're on the way."[/color] An odd thought occurred to him. He looked back at the new Tech people, curiously inquiring, [color=b8860b]"Oi! You lot wanna buy out a taco truck on the way in? I could do with a grande soddin' burrito 'bout nowish."[/color]