[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]

	Cruising altitude. A charming phrase that meant the plane was neither gaining nor losing height. It was an apt descriptor for how Caesar felt about their situation with the deaths in Justice, including their own fallen; they seemed to take a couple of revealing steps forward, only to be left without the means to fit the pieces of the puzzle together. It was maddening. Infuriating. Having the idea that the knowledge was sitting right in front of them, yet not aware of how it all fit together. Add Maria to the mix. She was infinitely more qualified than anyone else, and despite obvious friction, she was the consummate professional at work. She used to be, anyway. Time apart and recent events might have colored the situation some, but deep down, Caesar was sure that they had a united front against the rest of Justice. 

	Though it was early, the venerable Mexican thought it might be prudent to peruse the selection of mescal aboard the plane. Not right at that moment, but soon. Probably very soon. He wanted to catch a buzz and sort through his feelings about everything that had transpired as of late, but still wanted to step off of the plane with a clear head. It would have to be clear - Keystone was a very large, very talented man with his fists who was young enough to be in or near his prime, yet old enough to have veteran-level experience. And Caesar had to make a personal statement when he saw the limey next. 

	Meanwhile, Thalia popped a [i]curiously strong mint[/i] and settled down into a comfy chair. As it turned out, she wasn't aware that planes had comfy chairs, preferring to travel overland and rarely having the opportunity to take in the wonder of a private plane. Maybe if she had taken more of an active role with her uncle's company, she would have been exposed to more things like this. Well, she'd take it now. Minty freshness achieved, Thalia stuck an earbud in one ear (keeping one free in case conversation got interesting) and keyed up some tunes. Mmm... minty. 


[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 (just outside)
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	Keystone palmed the utilitarian keychain and took a very short walk out of the Motor Pool's main doors. The light was still fairly grey, it being early morning, but the sun threatened to fix that in one quick hurry. He wasn't much of a huge fan of the sunlight in California. It did remind him of parts of mainland China, but to be fair, he wasn't there for the weather. He wasn't in California for the weather either, as he reminded himself just then. He took a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the light, even though it wasn't too intense. Waking up in a vehicle designed to keep out bullets that was parked inside of a secure structure, and just moments before, tended to adjust one to the dark. For a second, he kind of wished he was back in his spiffy, restored Ramcharger, still sawing those proverbial logs. 

	When his eyes became clear enough to tolerate the light outside, they focused on a means of conveyance that did not exactly fit with the motif of the Motor Pool. It was a recent model of [url=http://www.cycleworld.com/sites/cycleworld.com/files/styles/large_1x_/public/import/embedded/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/2015-Honda-NM4-34-Blk-590x393.jpg?itok=19IM8eLr]motorcycle[/url], and Japanese at that. Not the kind of thing that El Jefe would ordinarily have in his stable, as it were. From what he understood, it wasn't for him anyway. Now, before he got to work for the morning, he'd have to figure out whether he needed to transport it with him to go pick up Caesar and crew at the airport, or haul the mystery guests back here. 

	First up, wheel the bike inside the facility. [i]Then[/i] breakfast.