[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]

	"Mmm hmm..." muttered the half-blood niece, establishing countermeasures and launching a broad inquiry into anything related to the name Valerie Pye starting in the 1980s and moving upward. She reached out to whatever contacts still owed her that were online at the time, established wide nets looking for keywords related to the incident, and kicked over as many virtual rocks as possible in the form of old newspaper articles and police reports made public. While having multiple screens would have made more sense to her, she was very proud of her SOTA laptop. It did the job more than well enough. 

	Of course, hindsight was usually a certain master, as it was here. A simple search on the matter was able to pull up a little information of Ms. Valerie Pye, who still resided in Justice. "Riiight..." started Thalia, scribbling down a few notes that she intended to burn later. "Your girl here, Val? Lives in Justice, California. Imagine that. She's been living in the Diamond Hotel for the last, oh... ten years. Old girl is seventy-three, and is living like a damn queen. Nothing on the kid yet..." she began to type furiously, then sat back for a moment, waiting on results to come in. She looked up at her grizzled and partially drunk uncle, ad reached for the bottle of mescal in his hand with a pouty expression on her face. Caesar looked down at her, sighed heavily, and handed it over. He could no more deny his niece than he ever could have his daughter. She was family, the future of the Gonzalez line. They even shared the same hazel eyes. 

	When the bottle changed hands, Caesar turned to his sat phone, punching in information as fast as he could read the little Angel's scrawled handwritten notes. A little more information to pass along to Keystone back in Justice. 

	[color=b8860b][i]...meanwhile, back in Justice...[/i][/color]

	Keystone was having nary a slice of happy while all hell was quietly breaking loose in a quiet and painfully efficient fashion. Their security feeds were down and that guy Huang was hopefully at or near the main server, taking the whole thing physically offline and giving it a once-over. The possibility of confrontation was present, but Keystone needed the team on specific tasks.  Ibanez was serving as the technological go-between, holding down the fort at the Hub, and the ever quiet Whitmore was giving him the thumbs-up that MSS's tech was primarily unaffected by whatever was going on. Well, except for the security cameras. Not to mention the message updates from his boss in Mexico; another distraction that was probably important, but nothing he could address in more than a cursory manner until the immediate threat was dealt with. 

	There lingered the thought that whomever was doing all of this [i]wanted[/i] MSS to shunt Queensguard's operations through their systems and infrastructure. Well, nothing could be done about it now. That was something to worry about in a few minutes, maybe. Right now, the cameras were out and for whatever reason the on-site report he had ordered simply hadn't come in yet. [color=b8860b]"Bloody, fongin' 'ell..."[/color] he muttered. He was going to have to look into this himself. [color=b8860b]"Vinters, you packin' a sidearm?"[/color] he inquired, looking over at the blonde lady with a grim face who had been shadowing him for this thusfar exercise in futility. She responded to the affirmative, motioning to her 9mm company issue Glock. Keystone nodded and pointed toward the door.

	[color=b8860b]"Let's go see to our men, yeah? Nearest security checkpoint's up the corridor a ways. Keep in radio contact with Ibanez. Full sweep."[/color] Keystone pulled his own .50 hand cannon and started in the direction he had just pointed, Vinters coming up close behind in standard 1 x 1 cover formation. She was with the Tech crew, but she was trained just like every other security agent since joining MSS. This was part of it. [color=b8860b]"Checkpoint'll 'ave logs an' bigger guns, if'n we think on needin' 'em. Our people [i]should[/i] be there, but why they ain't answerin's beyond me. We run a circuit, report back to the Hub as needed."[/color] 

	And so the went off, firearms at the ready, to assess the areas that their cameras could not.