[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/wbomIbUs5Bc2I/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] La Hacienda 
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] Investigation, Security Tech [hr][hr][/center]

	Caesar expected his niece to do something irrational. And by "irrational", he meant loud, messy, and damaging to properties both private and public. Perhaps the computer would find its way outside by means of a balcony window. Maybe said window would be closed at the time, offering someone an opportunity to be showered with bits of broken glass. The young lady had certainly taken on the appearance of someone who was about to lose their calm in a manner that promised anything from medical attention or a cleanup on aisle four. But she did not. Thalia carefully disconnected her machine, closed the monitor down onto the keyboard, and turned it to one side. The flash drive was trash. The computer was trash. Maybe she could get a new one on the quick; these potentially violent persons with whom she surrounded herself were a resourceful bunch. Besides, they were family. It wouldn't be the same, though. Hers was a fairly personalized machine, and they would have to get one off-the-rack. ...unless...

	[color=orangered]"I had half a mind, sobrina, to get you to take a look at Alicia's computer. It's the best money can buy. When we're done here, I'll make sure that it gets to you. Come on now, there's nothing else we can do here. Let's get back to the viewing."[/color] 

	The angry little Angel's voice registered as businesslike, even hard, but not quite angry. She turned on the television in her room and found a music channel, then cranked the volume to discourage anyone listening from outside of the room or electronically. "You can hand it to me in person, Caesar. I'm coming with you." The look of confusion on the older man's face must have been evident. He had briefly considered asking her to lend her expertise, seeing as she was the only other one in his close family with computer skills like Alicia, but he had said nothing out loud about it. She continued, providing an explanation in the same tone of voice of a lady tending to a contractual issue. "I don't think you understand what just happened, Tio. The Hacienda's secure communications platform was breached, and whoever did it was able to dump countermeasure onto me that had enough feedback to cause an [i]immediate physical meltdown[/i] of my machine. They can probably tell which part of the complex we're in right now based on signal strength. [i]We are being watched.[/i] I'm part of this now, if I want to be or not. And I want full salary. Perks. Just like Boston, but with immediate hazard pay, retroactively to account for today. And a fucking bike - you know what I like."

	Caesar fell silent for a moment. This was not part of the deal. La Hacienda was a goddamned fortress. They were safe here. This was the place where they went to fall back and regroup, then put the hurt on whatever needed it. Now his family was at risk. This would not do at all. Finally, he spoke. [color=orangered]"Deal. But you're staying out if it as much as possible. You do your work at the office, you stay somewhere secure, you go out with escort. Understood?"[/color] 

	She nodded resolutely, locking hazel eyes with hazel eyes, an interesting family trait. She may have had mixed blood and her last name was Carmichael, but when push came to stab she was all Gonzalez. "Understood, [i]Boss[/i]." Thalia made sure to emphasize that last word, indicating a more professional relationship. Of course, things on scene tended to change the nature of their agreement out of necessity. It always did. 

	[color=orangered]"Good. One more thing: [i]You're[/i] telling your father."[/color] 
	




[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]J. Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://bodypower.loxblog.com/upload/b/bodypower/image/mariusz-pudzianowski.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=b8860b]Location:[/color][/b] Queensguard Industries R&D, near the Security Checkpoint nearest the party -> The Party
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] Leadership, Security Procedures [hr][hr][/center]

	[color=b8860b]"Right away then, Ma'am."[/color] intoned Keystone, sticking close to Elizabeth. His hands looked poised to go for a firearm as readily as they were to pummel someone to death with ham-sized fists. Vinters followed closely behind and to the left, taking on a classic escort position to allow for unobstructed lines of sight. When the Admiral joined them, she moved slightly to account for the increased presence and allowed Keystone to have continued access to the man contract holder. 

	It was with some surprise that his phone started to silently go off in his pocket again. He gave a quick check to make sure it wasn't just Caesar with another piece of information, and was thusly surprised to be getting video. Two fairly brawny individuals sporting cockney accents were calling from the gate to request entry from the Man In Charge himself. [color=b8860b]"Sorry, you lot. Lit'le incident 'ere at the shop, kept my attention rapt and 'bout it. Point me at the bloke at the gate... Oi! They're in order, perfect order. Give'em their cards back, point'em to the Hub, right? No one else in!"[/color]