[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] 

	The baby who bore Caesar's surname had made it very apparent by the solid handful of his grandfather's hair that he wasn't going anywhere. The old man, despite fresh grief over his daughter, found bittersweet joy in the little bundle of potential [i]ouch[/i] that his family called Liam. Alicia had planned this well, from what Maria had told him, albeit behind his back. The citizenship status was a nice trick, too, guaranteeing that the child had easy access to three major nations and whichever countries shared habitation rights with them; the United Kingdom connection would be especially useful in this regard. His face took on a determined aspect as he looked to the baby, then back up to Maria. [color=orangered]"Yes, M'hija [i]was[/i] smart. She got that from you."[/color] It was true; though Alicia was a stone solid badass, she was talented in thinking her way out of situations that Caesar would have merely stabbed his way through. He was stealthy, but very unsubtle. [color=orangered]"Maria, I need your help."[/color] He wasn't ordering, nor was he begging, but the plea was straightforward and unmistakable - mostly because Caesar Hannibal Gonzalez does not ask for help, ever.

	In the courtyard of the main house, Benecio stood beside the open casket. He pulled a candle from his jacket pocket and lit it with an engraved, silver Zippo. The venerable priest allowed the first melted wax to drip drip drip upon a small, shallow dish, and then set it down upon the cobblestone-covered ground to one corner of the shrine. He repeated the process three more times, forming a rectangle of floor level illumination. It was as of yet still bright, broad daylight, but from the nearby crate of fine wax candles, this ritual looked to be scheduled for many hours. 

	The people that were previously viewed in tents, campers, and RVs outside the walls of the complex were slowly, respectfully filing in past Caesar and Maria, offering nods of respect their way. So much as they showed esteem to the two of them, the crowd wasn't specifically here for them. One by one they entered the main house's courtyard, dropping off gifts of jewelry, various fruits, bread, and token amounts of money. Dozens upon dozens of them entered to view Alicia's body, men, women, and children all, mostly keeping respectfully quiet but with a few breaches of etiquette from the youngest of them. The crowd left their offerings to the deceased and to the family, each lit a candle, and settled in quietly on low chairs, benches, and cushions upon the ground. Never once in this time did they step within the confines of the four candles around Alicia. 

	[i]Meanwhile, one floor up[/i]... A knock sounded at the door. It was not the main exterior door, but the interior leading to the common room. It was still slightly open from earlier, and the person on the other side could be partially seen through the aperture between the door and its frame in the form of torn jeans and a black leather jacket. A voice floated in from the other room, feminine, brash, and sounding very much like the "chauffeur" from earlier. 

	"Hey, you two decent? Dad wanted me to drop some stuff off for you, answer some questions, and to try not to swear too mothershitting much while I do it." In a sarcastic tone, she followed up with, "Oops, my bad."



[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]

	Keystone jumped online and checked the intended arrival time for a very specific plane arriving in Justice later that evening. It was the same time as it always was scheduled, just as it was the last time he checked. The plane was still in the air, no delays. It was a little quieter in his office than he would have liked, and busy work wasn't his thing. Nevertheless, he really didn't have much else to do except for waiting to get reports back from the Tech crew and general staff. It could be worse, thinking about it. He could be swamped with uselessly repetitive paperwork. Wait, no; he had people for that. 

	Seeing as he had little to do directly except for making the occasional command decision and let the business underlings handle the business stuff, Keystone got on his phone, placing a call to the main office in Chattanooga. [color=b8860b]"Um, yeah. I'm needin' you to put my call through to Legal, right? ...bloody piss-swillin' 'ell you mean, "Does I got authorization", eh? I'l reach through this bloody phone and smack some man into ya, less you transfer the line to Legal, get me? YEAH. [i]Director[/i]. Justice, Cali[i]sodding[/i]fornia, ya nance! Thank you! ...circus act, this is..."[/color] The reluctant Interim Director Keystone sat on hold for a little longer than he would have liked but did get an actual person from the main Legal Department on the line. [color=b8860b]"Hey, how'saboutya, then? Need to speak with someone 'bout the legalities of gettin' small startups, diff'rences in the law from HQ to Cali, y'understand? Also, the guidelines on a branch Director contractin' new clients with existin' businesses. Yeah, I'll wait."[/color] 

	At least these guys didn't give him the run-around. Yet.