[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://i1.wp.com/hombre1.com/wp-content/uploads/stories/dt%20machete.jpg?w=1170[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] La Hacienda 
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] Investigation, Security Tech [hr][hr][/center]

	Caesar gave the terminal a quick once-over. Though he was no master of All Things Computery, he could tell that whatever caused physical feedback like this was intentional. His niece wasn't the type to forget to clean out an exhaust fan or cram paper in the casing. It specifically targeted the motherboard and the flash drive. He wasn't even aware that tech like this existed. But Thalia did. 

	Tech was her forte, almost as much as stabbing was Caesar's. Moreover, she took a split second to realize that something enacted intentionally probably meant that someone was observing what was going on, and the only reason they got anything at all was because it took time for the cyberintruders to get around their countermeasures at La Hacienda. Had they a team at their disposal, they might have repelled the attack with a single programmer with fast hands on the defense. But they didn't have that, they had a pissed off girl of mixed heritage, both heritages known for quick tempers, curious as to where the next limb and/or organ removal was going to take place. Her contribution to her machine exploding was a mad dash to keep the information from roasting her data from the inside out. Oh it looked like this was going to happen, one way or another. 

	"Tio" she began, her voice a little too faux sweet for Caesar's liking, "Go ahead and add me to the company roster. I want a crack at these asshats and I want access to Central to do it, 'k?" 

	Caesar's response was pragmatic. [color=orangered]"Not until we're on a secure company hardline. If La Hacienda is compromised, I don't want them getting all of your information on a silver platter, sobrina. Revenge tomorrow. Mourn today."[/color] Thalia nodded in agreement, mouthing the word "Okay" before turning to her uncle and giving him a big hug. He returned the gesture warmly enough, despite his reservations at getting another member of his family involved with this awful business. But if he did not, as sure as the sun would rise, the girl was going to take her own path to find revenge. This way, he could at least attempt to help and protect her. 

	"Alright, time to suit up." she said, very matter-of-factly. Caesar looked like he was ready to do battle, so Thalia figured it was her turn to look the part as well. The first thing she did was to pull a half full backpack from beneath her bed and go into it, producing from it a well looked after Glock 17 and holster. She looked at it with some consideration for a moment, that moment broken by Ceasar's inquiry, [color=orangered]"Has it been a while?"[/color] 

	"Yes."

		[color=orangered]"Are you still sharp with that thing?"[/color] It was a valid question. There was always time for  refresher course at the firing range. 

	"Hell yeah, I'm still sharp. Who are you talking to, heah?" Her Boston was showing, if just a little bit. She inserted a magazine and chambered a round, then slipped the weapon into its holster and tucked it onto her belt at her back. 

		[color=orangered]"What else have you got there, Angelita?"[/color] 

	Thalia just smiled and set her pack on top of her bed. She always did like to be prepared, especially if she had to run on short notice. 



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

	Tonight was a series of events that Keystone did not need whatsoever. He maintained the image of stoic professionalism the entire way to Elisabeth's office, pausing only long enough as needed to return a verification of personnel movement or similar working situation. Upon final, blessed arrival at the door with the platinum embossing that read simply "Queensguard", he posted Vinters on the outside and entered the room with drawn firearm. It might have been overkill, but then again, there had been a break-in. Suspected, at least. There had definitely been a murder. 

	Still, it seemed like the murder had been used as a distraction for something else, or was perpetrated using that something else as cover. He doubted that the two incidents were directly related. It didn't seem to add up. But he was no investigator, as he may or may not have previously established. He was a private security agent with certain specializations, pure and simple. Clearing rooms and guarding bodies was his forte. Okay, beating the living snot out of people was his forte, but he was good at this, too. Priority was to the client, not the crime committed. 

	Satisfied that the office didn't have someone lurking inside, Keystone stepped back out and waved the rest of the party into the room. He gave a gruff, [color=b8860b]"All clear."[/color] before ordering his backup inside with the other two women. As the door shut behind them, he gave a small assessment of his suspicions. [color=b8860b]"You got someone close to you doin' you dirty, Ms. Queensguard. This looks [i]inside[/i]."[/color]