[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m64c7i7JXL1rtwv7zo1_500.gif[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] La Hacienda 
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] Investigation, Security Tech [hr][hr][/center]

	So, to summarize: Fried computer, interesting bits revealed about Queensguard, and for Juno... the knowledge that it was a revolving door of powerful women who don't mind getting their hands dirty was already known, but the fact that someone murdered most all of them and it just delayed the organization was interesting. And a little depressing. Assuming that Juno was responsible for Alicia's death, and Caesar was able to put a blade to every single one of them, it just wouldn't stop there. There was no final play to be had that would give a lasting sense of peace. That part was downright troubling. 

	The whole thing reminded Caesar of his days as a Federale. Criminal organizations specializing in the drug trade were common. Pervasive, actually. They had wormed their way into the Mexican Federal Police like the tendrils of a growing cancer. One did not know who to trust, even at the highest levels. Corruption very nearly destroyed the organization, and was still a problem. And even when you [i]could[/i] make a difference, land the right people in prison, take down empires of drugs and blood money, there were always others willing to pick up the pieces and take their place. Round and round they went. It never ended. Perhaps that was why Caesar did what he did so many years ago: He killed them all. 

	It took motivation, and lots of it. But the cartels knew the absolute cold fear that really only settles into a man when he is faced with an unstoppable force coming for their blood. And when the smoke cleared, there was one man with a dinged, bloody machete and a metric ton of spent shell casings left standing, be it at a cost. And it [i]still didn't last[/i]. His actions put it off for a while; long enough for he and many others to clean house with the Federales. Over a third of their number fired, arrested, or killed before it was over, Commandant Gonzalez one of the key players in making it happen. He had personally killed more cops than anyone he had ever heard of. It was time to retire. 

	And this problem with Juno? Exactly like it. One dies, another takes its place. Lasting peace would not be had from anything he could accomplish. The only thing he could do was find out who to kill and do it, as painfully and messily as possible, and let the chips fall where they may. Perhaps a further look at the evidence covered would yield results. 

[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, The Party -> En Route to Elizabeth's Office
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] Leadership, Security Procedures [hr][hr][/center]

	The arrival of his London contacts was expected, but sadly forgotten about in the hubbub of the evening. Keystone did feel like a dumbass for missing the arrival, or even failing to send someone down to the airport to greet them. Well, at least they were here, even if he couldn't actually meet them right at that moment. Keystone was going to owe them a few drinks later on, if there was indeed a later on to get to. The majority of [i]that[/i] little chunk of anxiety came from the actions (or inactions) of his security team. 

	After light consideration of the facts of the situation, he had received no feedback from any of his security checkpoints so far that evening, nothing from groups he had sent out, and only marginal communication from the front gate, refusing to admit people with appropriate credentials. Though, from the look of the people admitted on a good day, they had the distinct appearance of well-dressed hoodlums. But back to present business, Keystone had really, really hoped that he didn't have to explain basic security protocol to the staff that he had appointed to the area of the party involving securing a scene until law enforcement could arrive or preventing onlookers from getting too close to a body. But, if their lackadaisical attitude toward the situation was supposed to represent the norm, he might as well get on the horn to make sure. 

	As he continued to escort Ms. Queensguard and the Admiral back to the CEO's office, Keystone spoke into his comm in a faux calm voice, not quite hiding the rising hostility he was feeling toward his people just then. [color=b8860b]"Right then, my poppets. I'm gonna need the lot of you to remember y'basic bloody training. Party Room: Addition to the supplemental orders I give ya just previous, you need to ad'ere to simple protocol as set for scenes like this, an' secure the fongin' body, yeah? Three o' you blokes stand around it, an' keep buggers from goin' near. Standard distance. Use nonlethals if y'gotta."[/color] 

	Keystone gave a quick glance up the next stretch of corridor, careful to note if anything was out of place before he continued escorting his charge to the enigmatic Point B. Again, he addressed his comm. [color=b8860b]"Hub: You got visitors from 'cross the Pond comin' your way. Make sure they're fully equipped if'n they're not, comms to boot, and get them to take over the Party Room. Standard measures apply, lockdown. An' give them my apologies. Real bintfist of an eve, this is."[/color]