[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NEvyrxPbk7zLyD_2_b/Inmate-Number-1-Movie-Danny-Trejo-Documentary.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] La Hacienda [hr][hr][/center] 

	Every word in the name Maria spoke slammed into Caesar's skull like a forge hammer clanging against a troublesome piece of worked steel, echoing in the larger part of his conscious brain and drowning out everything else. 

	Illiam. [i]CLANG[/i] Caesar. [i]CLANG[/i] Hannibal. [i]CLANG[/i] [b]Keystone.[/b] [i]CLANG[/i] Gonzalez... [i]CLANG[/i]

	The hammer belted out a long set of painful, psychological cadence as he stood there mutely. It took him a moment to realize that the merciless hammerfall inside of his skull was his own pulse, grown to epic magnitude as he understood a few basic truths about his little girl. First off, Alicia had spent some time opening the London office of MSS. It was where they learned more of this huge Brit, about whom they knew only by reputation. She came back home for a couple of months, but continued to take short trips across the Atlantic for supplementary training, much of which involved getting their recent personnel acquisitions certified in the business aspect of their dealings. After those couple of months, she became scarce. They didn't see each other again until Seattle, a couple of months before she presented Caesar with the Justice, CA contract. 

	Hindsight was killing him. So many things crowding together at once inside of his thoughts, so many connections made. The most horrifying one to him was her black book of contacts. Caesar selected Keystone because he was [i]not[/i] a model employee, he had a fearsome reputation, he was a continent and an ocean away from all of the drama they found themselves under, but mostly because he had Alicia's trust. He naturally assumed this because her black book of contacts listed his name in bold letters, [i]with a star next to it[/i]. 

	Caesar would be taking a very close look at that book later. 

	Neither of them had said anything about the child. It occurred to him, his given last name was Gonzalez. Not Keystone. The huge son-of-a-bitch didn't know. Alicia must have kept it hidden from him as well. That Cockney prick was still going to pay for [i]using[/i] his daughter in this way, but he didn't know that he was a father. 

	The gruff and bereaved man blinked and focused his attention into the here and now. He had a grandson right here, being held out for him. It was a thing he did not expect to have in this lifetime. Tenderly, Caesar held out his hands, supporting the boy and bringing him close. Bright, blue eyes and ebon hair greeted him, a sign of his obvious mixed parentage. He thought to his niece just then, technically a generation up from this boy but bearing similar features. Was this the future of the Familia Gonzalez? Time had a funny way of changing things. It didn't matter, really. Though he did hope that he and Keystone didn't disagree on important, immediate matters for him. [color=orangered]"Liam Gonzalez."[/color] he mused in a gravelly voice. [color=orangered]"This one is strong."[/color] 

	The start of his adoration for this tiny explosion waiting to happen was such that he barely noticed his daughter's casket being unloaded from the hearse on the other side of the main courtyard. At first. His grip on his new grandson remained soft and supportive, though his gaze turned steely and sad, watching his baby girl being carried into the comparatively smaller courtyard of the main house. Benecio was there, managing things as he always seemed to. Understanding washed over the old man. Liam and Angel were the future of their family; the ones who would eventually take over La Hacienda and own his company. They would one day control the family fortune Caesar spent a lifetime cutting away from the world. The baby in his arms would be like unto a prince in his own right. People would want to get to him for that reason alone. He needed to be protected at first, and trained to be a better fighter, better soldier, better businessman and better person than Caesar. Liam would need to understand his roots - all of them - and know that his people came from the dust of Mexico and the streets of London. 

	[color=orangered]"You were right not to tell me, Maria. I can't tell Keystone yet, either. He needs to come down here."[/color] He thought for a second, having gone back to marveling over the tiny life in his arms. [color=orangered]"Where was he born?"[/color] 

	Meanwhile, Benecio was busy moving Alicia's casket over to the empty shrine in the main house's courtyard. The moment she was set up and her casket opened, a gossamer cloth was draped over her fallen form and many hands busied themselves lighting nearby candles. A bell was rung, signalling that the Lady of the Gonzalez Line was ready to receive vigil. Slowly, people began to gather offerings and gifts, then shuffle toward the complex to pay their respects. 



[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]

	Blissfully unaware of the happenings taking place so far away, nor the conversation that included him by a man who had done horrible things to people for far less than what he had done, Keystone set about to reorganize his schedule based around the new staff. There would have to be a bit more in the way of training sessions and overseeing grunt work on his end; it was his task to maintain the business until a suitable replacement. In this particular instance, he was very much looking forward to the demotion. It would not be far to say that the crown weighed heavily upon his brow, point of fact he was having a bit of fun making other people jump to do his bidding. Perhaps too much fun, sometimes. It was better that he turn it over to someone else before he get too comfortable. He might miss the ability to effect real change in his immediate surroundings that did not involve direct violence, no matter how much fun direct violence might be. 

	He checked his sat phone, curious as to why Caesar hadn't gotten back to him with a "message received" notification. Perhaps for the first time, Keystone gave thought to what must be going on down in Monterrey. He had already mentioned that he wanted to be there, but his new staff was correct: It was better that he stay where he was, holding together that which Alicia and Caesar worked hard to set up. It was their only holding in Justice, California, and the only reason why they had any authority to do anything in town that involved investigation or threat response in the first place. Maintaining this was important. 

	Keystone stopped what he was doing, enraptured in a single, potentially useful idea. If he could land smaller, less resource-requiring contracts elsewhere in Justice, there ran the possibility that he could generate a supporting income for their more clandestine activities that could be kept in separate books and solidify their presence in the city. Even if something (God forbid) happened with the Queensguard contract, MSS could stick around and continue its other work. Places like clubs, apartment buildings, hotels and the like came to mind. Simple contracts with existing infrastructure. Places of recent interest, what with the murders, would be ideal. Nodding to himself, Keystone began looking into his office's computer for potential locales. Hell, he might as well get in touch with Marketing and Advertising, such as it was, back at the Home Office.