[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] La Hacienda [hr][hr][/center] 

	Benecio nodded in acquiescence, waving over one of the men approaching from the courtyard. They had a quick back-and-forth, with the priest pointing to the back of the vehicle, after which the two of them began loading each other up with baggage and personal effects. Even Caesar's heavy case made it into the mix, a fact that the older man noticed but said nothing about. There was an implied trust there, a sense that was not present in Caesar elsewhere. The man was literally surrounded by family. Mostly extended and as many by marriage as by blood, but family nonetheless.  

	The young woman sobbing in Caesar's arms straightened up suddenly with the approach of the older lady carrying a young child. She quickly dried her tears and whispered, "There's a lot to say, Tio. Promise me we'll talk later?" The old man nodded, but did not speak. He noticed the woman approach as well and seemed to mentally brace for something. "I'll find you in a little while, okay?" were her last words before walking toward the main house, away from the increasingly awkward moment. 

	Caesar patiently waited until her conversation with Natasha was finished and she addressed him directly before speaking. When he did, it was with respectful but assertive tones. [color=orangered]"Hola, Maria. It has been a long time. I am so very sorry."[/color] His eyes went to the child on her hip but he did not mention anything right that second, preferring to deal with one minor issue at a time. [color=orangered]"The surgeon is here for Cecily's care. They both have been a great help, and needed to get out of the city. [i]They are our guests[/i]."[/color] he looked the woman dead in the eyes, [color=orangered]"We did not meet until after."[/color] 

	Giving some direct attention to the very new child, Caesar took the conversation in a different direction. [color=orangered]"Beautiful baby. I don't remember getting notice about a birth."[/color] As the family's patriarch, it was considered respectful for the far flung members of the Gonzalez clan to have sent him a message concerning a new child being brought into the world, if just to get a blessing in passing for it. Usually, these things would mean a gift on Caesar's part, monetarily or something meaningful. Mostly monetarily, though. But here was a child on the hip of one who has bourne a Gonzalez, and he had heard nothing. Lacking simple oversight or disrespect, this might mean that the child was not of his blood. [color=orangered]"Is this one yours, or are you watching it for someone?"[/color] A blatant example of fishing for information. It was quite possible that the woman had passed her childbearing years, though Caesar wouldn't put it past the realm of possibility out of her sheer force of will, which in his experience was often enough to bend the effects of time and physics. 

	Benecio glared back at the situation developing between Maria and Caesar and shook his head sharply. His face suddenly changed into a hospitable smile as he looked back at Natasha and Cecily, and he encouraged, [b]"Come on, we'll get you set up upstairs."[/b] He began to lead them into the main house. 

	Those following Benecio and the as yet unintroduced porter would have been led through a cobblestone courtyard with what appeared to be an empty shrine of some kind in the center back area. Several cushions were upon the ground in even intervals, as it used like seating, with proper chairs around the outside. Fitted wood, stained and smooth, spanned the length of what appeared to be a recessed water feature, such as a smaller indoor pool or cistern access, and toward the side there was an actual, old-fashioned stone well with manual pump slightly offset. Tables were set up on either side of the empty shrine, and similar tables, all cleared, rested near the main entrances to the courtyard. This place had the look of an event yet to happen. 

	He led them through a side entrance and up a single set of stairs to the upper floor overlooking the courtyard as one massive balcony, and then to the nearest door on their left. This he opened and entered, beckoning others to follow. Benecio carefully set the bags down and opened the curtains to the exterior windows, allowing in more than adequate light. Two well appointed double beds dominated the room, with plenty of space for two people to maneuver simultaneously between them. A thick wooden wardrobe stood on each side of the room, near the beds, and there was a desk, smallish round table, and two chairs. There was a closed door, presumably to a bathroom, and another open door leading to a wholly separate area containing two sectional couches, a long, stocked bar, laden bookshelves, a dark, polished wood coffee table, and a flat screen television of proportions most luxurious. There was another door opposite the one they entered, closed, and one leading back to the balcony, also closed. 

	[b]"Please, make yourselves at home."[/b] he offered, singling Caesar's bags out from Cecily's and Natasha's. He sent the other man on his way and continued speaking, [b]"The main room is at your disposal, as well as anything inside of it. You will find a pantry and refrigerator behind the bar if you need it. The other members of the household will give you your privacy while you are in these rooms, but otherwise, you will be around a lot of people. Oh, which reminds me - the other bedroom is occupied. I hope you do not mind; it belongs to my daughter when she is in town."[/b]

	[b]"The main kitchen downstairs is also at your disposal, as is the pool out back and the gardens. The kitchen... well, best of luck with any privacy down there. The other members of the Familia know about your presence and those who know English have been asked to speak it as much as they can when you are around. If you need anything, [i]anything at all[/i], ask anyone. They will help you. Oh yeah, WiFi password is on a card on the desk."[/b]

	[b]In the meantime, please rest, wash, refresh. I will let my little girl know that you are settling in now. Feel free to knock."[/b] Benecio exited the room, made a quick sign of the cross to the open doorway, and gave a parting, [b]"Our Lady's blessings be upon you."[/b] before retreating down the hallway. 



[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] Queensguard Industries R&D, Security Hub [hr][hr][/center]

	Back in Justice, Keystone was pretty much leaving the new Hub's setup to the Seattle Tech group, who had vastly more knowledge and experience doing this particular job. He did take note of the faces around the room, which ones had remained since he first set foot on the premises despite massive and sweeping change that had befallen the company in such a short time. Those who grumbled and wailed the least were, in his opinion, either the ones in need of a raise [i]or[/i] people who might not need to be there, owing to possible espionage. He was putting the hurt to a few people, leaning hard on others. It was not perhaps the best management technique ever. Hopefully, El Jefe would find an appropriate replacement for him before too long. Keystone didn't want to destroy the company's Justice branch, although it felt like they were at war, prompting him to want to push back against the aggressors somehow. It was cumbersome, wishing to do more yet being limited to business as usual. 

	Instead, he sent a message to Caesar.

[center][i][color=b8860b][u]Tech team in place, London team in the air. Standing by. Will report via email. You lot stay safe.[/u][/color][/i][/center]

	While it wasn't quite as useful as full access to her laptop, Keystone did make good on his promise to grant access to Alicia's company intranet account to the new team. It wouldn't provide the access that an active Director's account otherwise would, her being deceased, but it would contain everything she had done (officially) prior to her demise. After they assessed the branch's current security situation and shored up the defenses, so to speak, it would provide an excellent place to begin their internal audit. In the meantime, he had to content himself with processing daily paperwork and managing a staff of security agents going about their routine. They still had an R&D facility to maintain, lest their contract come under fire. Bills needed to be paid somehow.