[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 R&D Industrial Complex: Receiving 
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	This was most certainly not on the menu for today. Today was supposed to be simple: Get the Ramcharger worked on (he wondered how progress on that was going), speak to MSS's Marketing and/or Legal departments about expanding business to accept multiple smaller accounts, hopefully to maintain a company presence in Justice if all hell broke loose and they lost contract with Queensguard, and run day-to-day business. The appearance of the Seattle Tech Team was a godsend, though it did tack on more responsibilities to his day. Right at that moment, however, he was damned happy to have the presence of people he could trust. Especially as part of his standing orders included getting information on their contract holder's associates. 

	As the first of the vehicles pulled up, Keystone looked to his temporary partner, quietly asking, [color=b8860b]"Y'good for this, Vinters?"[/color] but immediately feeling stupid for it. Every member of Machete Security Solutions, even the techies, were rated in security procedure and proficient in at least one firearm type. This one looked like she could handle herself. Actually, Keystone wondered for a moment if she was really a Tech specialist; the way she carried herself. The cynical, annoyed look she shot him as he posed the apparently dumb query gave more doubt to her presence on a highly electronics and computer based team, as was the middle finger extension she provided promptly thereafter. Yeah, he was pretty sure that she'd get along with his friends from London, who should be arriving later that day. 

	But first, business. Keystone spoke into his comm, addressing the team back in the Hub in muted tones. [color=b8860b]"Right, 'ere what I need: Name list an' pics from the Juno Roller Derby team, yeah? Run them past the bints n' tossers comin' up, face recognition or some such, I know the old man didn't spare no expense on you lot. Long as you're at it, check an' see if Lady Queensguard's got a bloody guest list. Don't be quiet, neither. Ash direct for security reasons. Then try an' get it on the low if'n you're able."[/color] 

	A thought occurred to him, which he also communicated to the Hub, [color=b8860b]"Make sure we collect water glasses and such from the meetin' room, after. I want info. Treat the room like a fongin' crime scene. One o' these people might be responsible, direct or indirect, for killin' our 'Licia. Got me?"[/color] He couldn't imagine that a suddenly diverted meeting would be anything other than a clandestine gathering of generally awful people, which he might partly confirm based upon the overly biased number of females in attendance. [color=b8860b]"Follow m' lead, Vinters. Keep an eye on the crowd an' watch who gets nervous."[/color] 

	The pair of them stepped out of the doors into the receiving area, flanking the doors. Keystone got a report back about a basic floor team in place, prompting a simple, [color=b8860b]"Right, then."[/color] He cleared his throat, addressing his partner in a voice loud enough to be overheard by the groups approaching the doors. [color=b8860b]"Right, the retinal scans are back functional in the Corridor, yeah? Gotta make sure our guests match with the lists for this one."[/color] Vinters nodded, giving a surprisingly professional sounding, "Yes sir. We're fully green and ready to go, sir."[/color] The two then focused attention on the people in attendance, attempting to note anything out of place. 

[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 
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	[i]Meanwhile, back upstairs...[/i]

	"Oh, you awful, heartless bitch." stated Thalia quietly, hammering away at her keys. Maybe hammering wasn't quite the right term; they were clacking in rapid order, prompting one to wonder whether she was merely tapping random keys for dramatic effect, but no, she was typing with purpose. The wonderful and tragic fun that was Alicia's final gift to her filled her with a sudden desire to just shut her entire system down, run downstairs, and take a baseball bat to the corpse of her beloved Prima in such a way that rained palpable bits of her anger across the viewing. The screams of rage mixed with sorrow would be heard all the way into Monterrey proper. 

	Naturally, the impulse to defile her corpse in clear view of the rest of her family gave her the slightest twinge of guilt. A thing that Alicia always said, like some kind of karmic lesson: "Everything is returned tenfold". It was a hell of a thought to have while barely holding on in the fight against her particularly infuriating countermeasure. Returning tenfold. How fucking novel. Maybe Thalia was trying too hard. Cautiously, she began to slow her typing, just to see if there was a change in the rate the virus was affecting her system. 

	[i]And back to Caesar...[/i]

	Where our grim anti-hero almost-protagonist was sitting not unlike a barbarian king upon a throne of skulls, waiting for the next challenge to present itself for the honor of being added to his roster of victims, perchance to add a skull or two to his collection of throne adornments. Caesar took a long pull from his bottle of mescal, taking note of the worm at the bottom. It was very likely that before the night was done, he would be chewing on the spongy, rubbery flesh of the tiny agave parasite. He hoisted his new, evil looking machete to lean on his shoulder, and slumped down into a more comfortable position in his great, wooden chair. 

	[color=orangered]"Mi Familia!"[/color] he called, addressing his people. [color=orangered]"Estoy lleno de hostilidad. No puedo detenerlo. Deseo matar a tantas personas como sea posible que sean responsables de la muerte de M'hija.[/color][sub]1[/sub][color=orangered]"[/color] It was a fair enough statement that the vast majority of the family agreed with. Not that they were a bloodthirsty people. Ok, maybe they were in varying degrees, but they were a genuinely industrious, giving people as well. They did raise cheers at the idea, though. [color=orangered]"Pero eso traería deshonor a nuestra pequeña Alicia en esta noche. Por favor, déjanos una canción. Algo alegre Algo para celebrar la vida y recordarla.[/color][sub]2[/sub][color=orangered]"[/color]

	More cheers were raised, and in short order a mariachi trio assembled and began to play. Most everyone knew the song, and very soon those gathered began to clap along and dance in the style of their people; lively and without reservation. 
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[hider=Translations]
1	=	I am filled with hostility. I cannot stop it. I wish to kill as many people as I can that are responsible for M'hija's death.
2	=	But that would bring dishonor to our little Alicia on this night. Please, let us have a song. Something joyous. Something to celebrate life and remember her.
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