[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[center][img]https://www.trbimg.com/img-54da3b87/turbine/sf-danny-trejo-shock-pop-comiccon-lauderdale-20150210[/img][/center][sub][color=orangered][i]His childhood bedroom. Caesar sometimes comes back here to think.[/i][/color][/sub][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] La Hacienda 
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	Benicio knew that this situation had turned from something touching and/or computer-frying and turned it into a thing more and more like the family business. Naturally, that meant that Caesar would make his appearance very soon, and it was best if little Liam wasn't around to distract any of them. [b]"I'm going to go find Maria, okay [i]Angelita[/i]?"[/b] he offered up in neutral tone, stepping lightly toward the door leading to the interior balcony. "Yeah, sure..." replied Thalia quite absently, poring over the information being revealed to her. It was still exciting stuff, whether or not she could understand the significance. 

	The one guy in the building who probably [i]could[/i] make full sense of it, or at least more sense, was swiftly approaching from below. His path was taking a little longer than expected, having to navigate around his impressively large family, but when he finally made his way around, over, and through, he could see his dear brother descending the stairs from the wing's bedrooms. And carrying his only grandson. Only legitimate grandson, at any rate. In passing, Caesar gave him a long, slow look, wondering what manner of random, stab-worthy information he was about to be made privy to, and debating grabbing the man and hauling him back with him. No, not while he had Liam. [color=orangered]"Find a place for the boy and come back. Real soon."[/color] he intoned. Not quite an order, but a highly suggestive intonation. Benicio nodded, gave little Liam a comforting bob up and down, and continued on his way. 

	Caesar opened the door to Thalia's bedroom slowly, as if expecting something surprising to jump out at him. When it did not, and his young niece waved him in, he did so with minimal hesitation. [color=orangered]"An Angel has the secret."[/color] he repeated, referencing the video that Alicia had made for him. [color=orangered]"That's you. You've got something for me. I was wondering when this would come up."[/color] He continued from the video, [color=orangered]"A Father has the key."[/color] He could readily guess that it meant his brother the priest. [color=orangered]"That's your Pops. But what I don't get is the last part. She says to bury her, and something about The Future."[/color] Maybe that had to do with Liam, and wanting to keep him off the radar. Or maybe there was something more. [color=orangered]"Show me what you have. Just know: Now that you've seen this, you're part of it. I'm very sorry."[/color] 

	They were scanning the data in earnest when Benicio returned. By that time, Caesar was already on his phone, sending a message back to Justice, California for Keystone, that son-of-a-bitch. He sent it to his company email, rather than as a text message, and titled the subject "[i]French Omelette and Kippered Salmon[/i]". Maybe he would remember their prearranged code. Without mentioning anything specific, he gave a short message about Wentworth secure files uncovered, and to request information about their predecessors from Queensguard (without divulging anything about files). The old woman seemed to want to tell them something more than she did at their meeting, even going as far as to say that she and Alicia were of like mind about their future. Whether this was a ploy or not was beyond him, but if the last security company to deal with them uncovered something that got people killed, then their investigation had to turn toward Wentworth for the meantime.

[i]...back in Justice, Queensguard R&D Industrial Complex...[/i]

	Keystone and Vinters both received word that the screens had gone blank. As the interim Director had given them directions in the interim to keep an eye on the nefarious Mr. Wentworth, they were able to report that the last thing they saw him do, prior to the screens going out, was tap his glass. [color=b8860b]"Please tell me y'got vid on this fuckwit doin'it, yeah?"[/color] spoke Keystone, into his comm. It was responded to with an affirming grunt of "mmm hmm". The big man ran down the list of security protocol for an event such as this, unsure if the company had ever had to deal with a cyberattack from [i]inside[/i] one of their complexes. But some things were granted, from a common sense perspective. Quietly, Keystone issued what orders he could, considering his limited grasp on technology of this nature. [color=b8860b]"Right. If'n this is an attack, we need to be informin' Ms. Queensguard [i]right bloody now[/i] that her building sec is compromised. Second up, we're pullin' the plug on everythin' cept hardwired security 'quipment. Huang, I need you on the local server, right? Shut it down. Whitmore, you're makin' sure MSS still's got our intranet services so's we can least limp on one good leg, and Vinters? You're with me. I gots a call to make."[/color] 

	It likely wasn't what she wanted to hear, but the company's owner did give over her business card with contact numbers in case something came up. Well, it looked like something pretty huge just came up. Keystone breathed out a big sigh, and dialed the number for Elizabeth Queensguard.