[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] Private Plane, somewhere above Northern Mexico
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	The expectation was that little Liam would remain in La Hacienda surrounded by family until such time as his father could join them. He didn't say anything when Maria loaded his things into the plane. Nor did he say anything when she carried him aboard the plane. He should have, period. Like he said to Maria back in Monterrey, [color=orangered][i]"...what we do is dangerous."[/i][/color] Bringing a child, a baby even, into this world of political and criminal upheaval known as Justice, CA sounded reckless. But he did want Keystone to see his only(?) son. The big man may have been born a bastard and turned out okay, kinda, but he'd be solidly damned if he was going to let his grandson continue without knowing his father. Even a musclebound Cockney brawler turned professional like Johnathon Illiam Keystone. But before the time came for the tear forming, euphoric reveal, Caesar needed a moment with the man. He insisted upon it. 

	[color=orangered]"Hell yes, [i]the father[/i] is going to be there, Maria."[/color] growled Caesar. He wasn't a huge fan of her tone, not in the least. She may have birthed a fine, powerful, and beautiful Gonzalez lady, but she was no longer his wife and he had no obligation to acquiesce to her passive aggression. Two things were glaringly apparent, however: 1) They were in a pressurized metal tube a few thousand feet off the ground and climbing, making escaping the harping of his ex-wife quite impossible, and 2) He happened to agree with her on this point. MSS had to make a strong showing. His Angelita, Liam, and yes, even Maria had to be protected at all costs. Most certainly, the father had to meet his son as well. 

	Just to make sure, he left another message for Keystone. He still didn't tell him the big news, but he told him to make damned sure he met them at the airport. 

	Meanwhile, Thalia was making herself busy raiding the snack bar. There was nary a bag of salted nuts nor lowfat pretzels that were safe around the young woman, and besides that, there was a metric shitton of bread, fruit, and sealed foodstuffs in there with them. She might be okay for another hour or so. Caesar wondered where in the hell she put it all, and had no idea how she was able to maintain her figure, seeing her dining habits. Truly, she was blessed in some way. 



[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, MSS Motor Pool
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	Another message from Caesar. He liked his little communication tools, that was for damned sure. But that wasn't the only set of orders he was given for the day. Oh no, you see as the Director of MSS for Justice, CA, Keystone was subject to the whims and needs of the contract holder, who in this case wanted the place cleared and the facility inspected. Not a bad idea, given what had happened. But she was not his only master. Nor was Caesar. Apparently, he had yet another one coming up that he had to meet, who, if reputation proved to be correct, was as much of an influence upon Alicia as her father was. Oh, but it got even better: Another mystery guest was going to be joining their party, and he had no idea where this one was going to stand in the grand social hierarchy, either above him, below, or outside of his food chain altogether. 

	While shaking his head about this whole fuzzy ordeal, a member of the security staff came up to him. This was not Motor Pool, despite the fact that he had yet to leave it to go in search of his breakfast like he had intended to a couple of minutes ago. It was a frigging errand boy with credentials and a sidearm, who approached with a plain package and a set of keys. He offered them over then stood straight and still, awaiting orders. [color=b8860b]"Waitin' for a bloody tip, are ya? Shove off."[/color] Obviously, he hadn't gotten his morning tea and was grumbling like it. [color=b8860b]"Not even clocked fongin' in yet an' some bloody wankstain's already jigglin' my go-nadicles bout..."[/color] Then he suddenly remembered that he was expecting a package. A couple of them, point of fact. Ripping open this first one, he was pleased to see a boxed set of the complete to date "iZombie" collection. He knew a certain coroner that might be happy to see it. 

	The keys meant that something came onto the property. He hadn't much knowledge on the subject, needing to rely upon the taste and eyes of others. But he knew what it meant indeed as he stepped outside of the Motor Pool to catch a glimpse at what lay beyond...