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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017 - (Remember Time Zones)




~Moving us forward some~

Natasha was having a pretty good time on this little road trip of theirs. It seemed like them up and leaving paid off and allowed them some sit back and relax time even though they were driving. She was sure she felt more relaxed with this than being around Caesar, he just didn't sit right with her. Nodding at Cecily's words, she understood what the girl was getting at. "Yeah, best we can do is give their families closure at that point," she said before looking out the window. "Question, why in the hell did Professor X keep Logan around? I mean, I get it. He's strong, he regenerates nearly as much as Deadpool and he looks better than that walking cancer stick but... Magneto, I mean seriously. Wolverine was just a puppet when he was around. I could see a whole Pinocchio scene with Magneto waltzing Logan around making him kill people that stood in their way. Not only that, how in the hell did Logan keep his pants when Gray went batshit crazy. What the hell were those pants made out of?" she asked with half a laugh. They would be to the border soon and then back in the US.

The plane touched down in Justice and Maria looked out the window. Thankfully Liam had fallen asleep not long ago and had slept through the landing. Probably a good thing. As they were taxiing down the runway, he started to stir and Maria curled him a bit closer to her body. They would be to the private hanger soon and if Caesar was right, a certain father would be there to greet them. This was going to be interesting that was for sure. "It would be wonderful is no one knocked anyones teeth in before Liam gets to meet his father," Maria said as she kept looking out the window. It could be assumed that she was speaking to Caesar when she said that but it could have as easily been meant for Thalia as well. The Gonzales' were not known for being delicate about such situations.

Tim nodded. "Actually yeah. Ada and Kai. Don't know if you heard but they are expecting and man is Kai excited. Ada told me yesterday that he won't let her do anything and she's about to kill him because she is bored as hell," Tim said chuckling. "They found out not long after they got back from Hawaii. They took off right after shit settled down after the reunion. Don't know what is going on with Ashley, last I heard her and Marc were dating but I haven't talked to him in ages."

Roy looked over to Priya and then shrugged. "Yeah, we're okay," he said as Tim made a quick run through a drive through, took orders, got the food and handed it to Riley. He had to stop in the parking lot so he could divvy up the food, get out of the car, open the back seat and hand the food to Priya and Roy. The bars between the front and back seat made it impossible to pass the food to them otherwise. Once that was done he got back in and started driving again.

"Nothing big has happened in Grimm since the reunion, and I am very fucking happy about that. It took three months to get through the damn paperwork," he said before taking a bite of his burger.

"Why not? I don't smell food," Relic grumbled into the his pillow. Zoie threw her shoe at him and hit him in the head.

"Move it, we gotta get out of here," she said.

"Fucking christ!" Relic yelled as he shot up and rubbed his head, flinging the heel back at his sister but missing her as it hit the floor three feet in front of him. He obviously never learned to play ball as a kid. Zoie could only laugh.

"Come on, let's get a ride, get back to my place, and look at that shit you picked up last night," she said as she handed the phone to Trisha.

"Can you feel the love?" Trisha said rolling her eyes as she looked over at Mali. "There's a car parked out back, if you know how to drive I suggest you do the driving. He will run you into a wall, she will run you through it."

"I'm going to find out what the hell they did to my grand daughter," Ross said as the plane started its decent into Grimm. Not technically Grimm, this was a private strip that looked to be in the middle of the woods and only cleared out for this little stretch of land. This was no airport. "And no. Local PD is useless out here."


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Caesar & Keystone


Location: Justice Airport, Private Hangar
Skills: Advanced Fisticuffs
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Of course Keystone was going to show up to greet them. It would have been painfully impolite otherwise. There was also a little matter of delivering the report of the fiasco from the night before. Going through the black-and-white file on something so horrendously mishandled would be too close to shifting blame elsewhere, so far as Keystone was concerned, and he would have preferred to handle the situation in a much more personal manner.

Another good reason was that he was supposed to meet two very important people to him, professionally anyway. One was the person chosen to take over the Director's position from him; an experienced, analytical, business oriented individual who was a more than fair hand with something sharp, among others means of personal defense. Plus the person who was to take over the Tech team; an independently financed technological marvel with several patents to name, plus the budding combat skills of an occidental ninja. These people were part of Caesar's core team from the Head Office and his old homeland of Nuevo Leon. People with whom he had gone through the worst and most harrowing of ordeals. The slate grey wall that formed a bulwark against those that would seek to do harm to he and his. A team with which Keystone would be proud to say he worked, if only for the one assignment. The reality of the situation ...was just a little different.

As they began to disembark from the plane, the broad man's face showed utter confusion. Caesar, a woman in her mid-to-late twenties in ripped jeans and a leather jacket, and a middle aged (but still vital and attractive) Latina cradling a baby that had not quite left the plane yet. What was more, the two people he saw leave with Caesar were notably absent. Yes, there was confusion. Keystone reached into his jacket, noting the presence of the iZombie complete set to date, hoping to gift it to Cecily. Another time, then. These were guests of his Boss, El Jefe, The Man In Charge, Caesar Hannibal Gonzalez. He was going to act every bit the professional. Keystone found a respectful spot to stand, not quite in the way of their egress, near a small baggage claim station.

Caesar made sure to be out in front. He needed to be out in front, and so he put some pep in his step just so that he could, in fact, be out in front. He was so out in front by the time the others began to emerge from the plane, he was on the ground, damn near at a jog. Oddly mistaking the older man's fleetness of foot as delight to see him, Keystone did not even see it coming.

The last couple of steps between Caesar and Keystone were covered at a sprint, an act of suddenness that belied the apparent age of the venerable Mexican. Without word or pause, Caesar leapt bodily into the air, bringing one arm wide for balance even as his right foot found purchase on the railing of the baggage claim. He pushed off from this perch, reaching a new height while simultaneously curling his weathered, scarred hand into a tight rock formation of a fist. The combined inertia of his movement, the gravity assist, and the skill of the punch all came into jarring clarity as knuckles met temple with a sound not dissimilar to a hurled brick making solid, flat connection to a Thanksgiving turkey.

Keystone stumbled backwards against the assault but did not topple, though he did seriously consider the idea. Caesar landed hard. He had to put one hand to the ground to steady himself, though he did recover quickly. The grizzled, grief-stricken Mexican did not press his attack any farther. It was quite possible that he knew he could not at this point; Caesar knew what the abilities and limitations of both himself and the younger, stronger Keystone. Even in his youth, he might not have been able to beat the Brit in a fair contest. This point had to be made, however. Keystone should have told him about Alicia.

Trying to shake off the near-blackout inflicted upon him, Keystone rubbed the side of his throbbing skull and inquired with much in the way of sarcasm and gritted teeth, "You 'ave a good flight then, Boss? Peanut service tip-top? Get one o' them warm towels an' such, yeah?"

Caesar felt that some sort of explanation was in order. To wit, he stared into the eyes of the much larger man and uttered a single word in a mildly accusatory tone: "Alicia." The glint of moisture in his eyes was apparent. There was more to this than just a casual involvement. Keystone waited cautiously for that metaphorical "other shoe" to hit the floor.

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Riley Ridgeway


Location: Road to Grimm, Indiana
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Riley looked over at Tim as he brought her up to speed on what had been going on in Grimm since the bloody reunion several months ago, and smiled slightly. "Yeah Marc told me that Kai and Ada are expecting twins he's out over in Justice looking into the case with Lawson and what not." Riley said, it was good to hear from him again, as Riley looked out the window for a moment as Tim drove up to a drivethru and started to feel her stomach rumble slightly. Riley looked over her shoulder at Roy and Pyria as they replied and nodded slightly, she personally never been in the back of a squad car.

"Hey at least you aren't in cuffs." Riley said jokingly as she rubbed the back of her neck, and nodded towards Tim, she could understand that going through all the paperwork would take several months. Riley watched Tim pull up to a parking spot and accepted her food and started to open the bag and quickly dug into her burger. "At least things have been kind of slow for you then." Riley said looking over at Tim as she took a sip from her drink and then took a small handful of fries. "Thanks for the food by the way."
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"Maybe you're not smelling it because it went cold while you were passed out." Really, that was the thing he was going to complain about right then? It was like deciding to sleep through the whole day, then say to yourself that you don't need to get up because you can't see the sun outside. Really, it made her really want to jump to the more dramatic measure of picking him up by the ankles and letting him hang upside down until he decided he wanted to wake up, but Zoie jumped the gun.

Mali flinched when from out of her field of vision, suddenly a shoe flew in and nailed Relic in the head. The back of her head was able to tell her that it was Zoie chucking her shoe at her brother, but the forefront was having a minor panic attack at the unexpected object. All she could be thankful of was that Zoie wasn't wearing stilettos, that would have been really dangerous. She'd hate to see the kid have to walk around with an eye patch over a simple spat.

"Yeah, they've been like this the entire time I've seen them together," she replied to Trisha's rhetorical quip, "I'd probably be a bit concerned if I saw them getting along now. Do you have the keys, or are they in the car?" One of the advantages of growing up as a Suburban kid was that you basically had to learn how to drive, even if you didn't want to. Everything was just too far away to rely on walking, and the public transit was a joke. So they'd be free from the tyranny of either of the siblings being at the wheel.

That said, she wasn't sure how well she'd do either. It's not like she was a bad driver, but Justice traffic was well out of the league of anything she'd had to go through back home. Even her occasional jaunts to places like Boston went far better than even the average bus trip she had to sit through here. Not to mention that she still had her temper to deal with, and even though it was more or less under her control under normal circumstances, driving was not normal circumstances. Mali really didn't want to end up blowing up in front of Zoie; it'd be really embarrassing after the fact.
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Priya Khurana


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Priya side-eyed Roy. He might have been fine riding in the back, but she was uncomfortable. Not because the seats were (which they were. After all, lugging people in the back wasn't supposed to be comfortable), but because she had so often gotten used to driving. Being in control. It hit her just how out of control she was in this situation. What was supposed to be a cold case meant for reopening had turned down a massive side route that seemed to spawn years ago.

Priya was thankful for the greasy food, at least. It took her mind off of the situation, if even for a moment. Especially since Tim seemed happy with how slow things were. Priya fought the urge to say she would probably kill herself if she had slow days constantly, but then again she had to remind herself that this was not New York, where things happened every half hour. Especially since Police so often saw dangerous situations constantly. So perhaps a slow day was a pleasure.

Priya scarfed her food down, aware just how hungry she was. Hopefully Roy would enjoy his without the after-effects like last time. Tim should not be made privy to that.
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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017 - (Remember Time Zones)



Maria held Liam in her arms as she came out of the plane and moved to the landing at the top of the stairs. Caesar had made sure he was first off the flight, she should have known better. She should have come out first, he wouldn't have been able to get a running start if she would have blocked the stairs. He would have have to jump a goof twenty feet down to the ground below and even though he was a skilled fighter, even he would have broken a hip at that height considering his age.

"Caesar Hannibal Gonzalez! 1¡Pregunté una cosa de ti! ¡Una cosa! ¡Que nadie recibió un golpe antes de que Liam conociera a su padre! Pero no, ¡ni siquiera podrías hacer eso! ¡Y te preguntas por qué no te queda nadie que esté cerca! ¡Te preguntas por qué hay tanto peligro! Te lo traes actuando como un burro al padre de tu gran hijo. Dios mío, ¿qué diría Alicia? ¡Un padre no puede andar dando palmadas a todos los hombres que duermen con su hija, si ese fuera el caso, tendrías que pelear contra la mitad del personal de Seattle! Ahora, aléjate del hombre," she said in an angered but level voice as she stepped down the stairs and over towards the two men. Her dark hair bouncing with each step she took. Stopping before them she just shook her head at Caesar slowly and let out a disappointed breath.

Tim looked over at Riley and nodded. "No problem, glad to," he said as he kept driving towards Grimm. The weather was nice outside. It might have been hot as hell in Justice but in Grimm it was still cool outside. Not cool as one would enjoy in the fall but in comparison the morning air of sixty degrees with mild humidity was down right pleasant. So much so that Tim drove with the windows down instead of running the AC. The air smelled of fresh tilled earth and dew with hints of corn in it. A lot of people thought of Indiana as a steel state thanks to the mills in Gary or a racing state because of the Indianapolis 500, or even a music state since it was where the Jacksons were from but in all honesty it was a country state. Much of the worlds corn was grown there every year. Not your sweet boil corn but popcorn.

"In the car waiting on you," Trisha said as she headed for the door. "Good luck, you're gonna need it," she said before leaving the room. Zoie wanted to throw something else at her brother but he kept from doing it. Last thing she needed was to break something on him and have to carry his ass to a hospital. Shaking her head she scooped up her heel and slipped it back on her feet.

"Let's get out of here," she said to Mali. She snatched Relics computer up off the table and headed out the door. Relic narrowed his eyes.

"Hey!" he grumbled as he finally pushed himself off the couch and ran after her. Zoie smirked to herself as she rushed down the stairs and out the back door. Touching his computer was the easiest and quickest way to get the man off his ass and into gear that she had found over the years.

Taking a deep breath Maria looked over to Keystone and gave the man a sympathetic look, it was one that Alicia would get from time to time. Then she began to speak. "2Yuēhànxùn, wǒ shì mǎlìyà gāng sà léi sī. Ài lì xīyǎ de mǔqīn. Nǐ jiāng bùdé bù yuánliàng wǒ de qiánrèn, tā bùshì nàme fēngdù piānpiān. Tā yǒu lǐyóu chéngwéi tā de yàngzi, zhīdào zhè shì chū yú ài, ér bùshì chū yú chóuhèn. Tā zhēn de bù shànyú biǎodá zìjǐ, tèbié shì xiànzài. Zhè bùshì yī jiàn róngyì jiěshì de shìqíng, suǒyǐ wǒ huìtán dào zhè yīdiǎn. Wǒ xiǎng xiàng nǐ jièshào zhège xiǎo nánrén. Tā hěn tèbié. Tā de míngzì shì lì yǎ mǔ, tā shì nǐ de érzi." Where Caesar had brawn, Maria had brains. Language was something she was good at and she had had to learn many Asian languages over the years when dealing with their over seas counter parts. Not everyone spoke English and many that did as a second language preferred their own tongue. She had found it useful. She also had enough sense to brush up on her Mandarin when she read up on Keystones file after Alicia told her what was going on. Caesar didn't need to hear everything, especially not a ind word concerning him when he had just laid into the man.

Liam cooed, his bright blue eyes looking up at Keystone and then giving an innocent babies laugh and squeal when he was held out to the large man. His tiny hands clapping together before touching Keystones chin. "Go ahead, you won't break him, he's tougher than he looks."

Turning down a state highway Tim continued to drive. "So where do you want me to take you first when we get to Grimm? Records, the station, the hotel or... um the funeral home?" he asked, his vice softening as he glanced over towards Riley. Roy gave Priya a sideways glance as Tim asked the question but he didn't answer, just shoving some more fries into his mouth. Sure they were there to do a job but Riley had just lost her sister and burying her was important.

Relic tore down the stairs after his sister but he was winded by the time he got outside. The man might have been a brain when it came to computers but he had no stamina. Zoie was in the front passenger seat without the laptop. "Where the hell is it?"

"In the back seat," she said with a grin as she picked at her nails.


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Cecily Ashworth


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Cecily thought for a moment. "Depends if you're talking movies or comics. If it's comics, he's really more of a supporting character there and you can argue that Professor X isn't the most sane individual. I mean, what he did to Danger was fucked up...After years and years - decades really - of fighting for mutant rights, he imprisons and experiments on the evolved form of the Danger Room who had gained sentience... But you're not wrong. There was one instance where Magneto ripped his adamantium skeleton out, of course that then let his healing factor kick up to full strength, so....And then on one or two occasions, Wolverine actually managed to stab Magneto."

Cecily paused for a moment. "But yeah, Professor X is basically an idiot. However, I would argue that Wolverine probably goes pants shopping at the same place Banner does - and maybe Extremis infected Pepper as well," Cecily said with a slight chuckle. "...But then again, back to the Magneto thing, I think Magneto would be generally too annoyed with Logan to actually think through using him like a puppet. He's driven by his rage - understandably - and Wolverine can be an incredibly vexing character. It's what drove him to rip out all of the adamantium from his body in that one run, anyways, since he finally decided enough was enough..."

"That isn't the most brutal thing, though...I remember reading a comic where Wolverine was trapped underneath an iceberg or something for six months, ate pieces of his own arm to survive and would regenerate them back..."

Iris Kingston


Location: Private Plane Heading to Grimm
Skills: Photographic Memory

Iris thought for a moment. There was an obvious answer to that question - one that involved adopting her and sending her to a less than ideal psychiatric facility. She wasn't sure if Ross was speaking from a place of anger or if he actually had more questions for the family. She couldn't help but worry for a moment that perhaps he would aim to kill the family as well. Being a terrible parent certainly wasn't a crime - though the US did have some strange laws in her opinion.

"Mr. Ross, why is it that you publicly claim your daughter to be your niece?" Iris couldn't help but ask. She had read the website that listed him as having a niece, not a daughter. And yet, his language had been very clear - his niece was his daughter and his grand-niece was his granddaughter. She wondered if it was in order to have a life of privacy for his daughter. She could understand that. Her family had a lie as well - though only she and her mother knew. The earldom - as silly a thing as Iris felt it was to still fret over - was technically rightfully hers and not her brother's.
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Mali Anson

Location: Club Afterdark
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Mali rubbed her eyes as she casually walked out behind Zoie and Relic. She could only hope that they wouldn't contribute to any potential road rage by bickering while she was behind the wheel. While it was endearing, even now their back and forths got a bit grating. She knew it had to be possible for them to share the same space while conscious and not constantly be at each other's throats. But did they know it was possible was the real question. When she ended up alone, due to Trisha going off to do other things and Zoie and Relic having run off ahead of her, Mali looked at the little bone sculpture still in her hand and quickly tucked it into her bra. What greeted her was immediate slight discomfort that wouldn't be going away any time soon, but she'd need both hands for this. Sacrifices had to be made.

The two siblings had gotten themselves situated in the car long before Mali entered the car herself. She quickly adjusted all the mirrors, the seat and aimed the Air Conditioning right at her before starting the car. When she grabbed the steering wheel she couldn't help but feel a measure of anxiety. She probably wouldn't be doing anything crazy, but there was still the worrying unknown factor that came with driving a car you weren't familiar with for the first time.

"Alright, I don't know the area by car at all, so I'm going to need directions to your place, alright? And if you could, please do not make too much noise, at least until we get out of the city. Justice drivers are crazy and I don't want to end up getting t-boned because I was distracted." Speaking of eliminating distractions, Mali turned that AC knob all the way up. For the first time since arriving in Justice she had full control of a vehicle's inner climate. The power felt good and the cold air blowing away all the bullshit heat of the city was almost enough to make her forget the bone isohedron jabbing into her nipple. Giving the accelerator a light push, Mali pulled out of the parking spot and turned into the streets of Justice proper.
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Riley Ridgeway


Location: Road to Grimm, Indiana
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Riley leaned her head back slightly and looked out the windows as they drove past several farmland areas taking in a deep breath as she could smell the fresh air and the cool air hitting her face. Something she did actually miss living in Indiana was the weather was a lot nicer than the heat over in California. Riley would reach into her bag and pulled out a small handful of fries and started to eat, enjoying the meal. She tucked a stray strand of her hair that was getting a little bit on her nerves as it hit against her face behind her ear, and then paused for a moment when Tim asked his question. She was quiet for about a good minute or so, when Tim asked where they needed to go once they were in town.

It was either the hotel, records, the station, or the funeral home, Riley would look over her shoulder towards Roy and Pyira as she thought for a bit. "You could take me to the funeral home.. it's something I need to do alone you can take Roy and Pyira to the station or records and you guys do your cop thing." Riley said, she would probably end up getting in the way of their work after all and she didn't know if they wanted her working with police stuff anyway. "Then I can text you and you can pick me up, and we can all check into the hotel?" Riley said towards Tim. Grimm was the safest place for her at the moment, and she was pretty sure that no one would expect her to be back in town and try and kill her there.
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Caesar & Keystone


Location: Justice Airport, Private Hangar
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Skills: Mandarin



Caesar growled softly, flexing his hand with a slight wince on his face. The Brit's head seemed like it was cast out of bronze - solid goddamned bronze. He could understand how a man could tune his body into a weapon, hard, solid and painful. Lord knew he did a fair amount of it himself in his younger days, even kept himself up pretty well in his advancing years, but that man... If he had to get into a full-on fight with the guy, he'd have to keep to blades and fight dirty. Luckily, they were on the same side. Not just the same side anymore, he noted. "Él es familia ahora, Maria."1 he said in his gravelly voice, looking over to Maria with an otherwise calm demeanor. He quickly switched to English, "And he has all of his teeth, just like you said on the plane."

The pain in Keystone's head seemed to melt into the background. He hadn't spoken Mandarin much since leaving Asia, except for a brief exchange with one of the tech team back at the Complex. Even then it was just a word or two. To hear someone speaking it fluently was surprising, to say the least. But not even remotely as surprising as hearing what she was saying in that language. The exchange with Caesar melted away, all of the annoyance forgotten. It was replaced with a sense of wonder and mounting protective instinct. He looked into the eyes of the boy, bright blue and inquisitive. As the baby boy touched Keystone's chin, he did precisely as Maria suggested and carefully, slowly, brought the boy near to him. He stood entranced for a moment, just looking at the boy with his eyes and Maria's hair. Distantly, he responded to her in oddly accented Mandarin, "Nǚshì, wǒ yībān dōu zhǐ gēn xìng. Keystone de míngzì."2

"You are the father of M'hija's son. Married, not married, don't care. Bienvenido a La Famila.3 It would be a good idea to start learning Spanish."

Meanwhile, Thalia was having loads of fun trying to keep her backpack from rolling off of her shoulder while cramming a section of seasoned bread into her face. She seemed really taken with the whole scene; it was touching, in a violent sort of way. Really reminded her of the whole family dynamic from years back. "Hey, um... big guy?" she spoke through a mouthful, "Now that you're my cousin, or something, can we have this family get-together someplace that isn't an airplane hangar in Justice, California? Like, someplace with guns and a good Thai place that delivers? I'll settle for Chinese."

The responsibility of his present task snapped him back to his more professional duties. He was still a bit off his game, having just found out that he was a father and all, but he had the forethought to mention, "I, uh... ain't got me a booster for the li'l guy." He made himself stop, go back a step or two mentally, and say his name aloud. "Liam." Names after him apparently. At least his middle name. "Illiam... Gonzalez?" Well, he was born out of wedlock. Then again, so was Keystone. It was his mother's name, not his father's. Holy shit, the pattern continued.

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Priya Khurana


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Priya finished her food as Tim and Riley continued to speak. Tim asked where they wanted to go and it made her feel uneasy. She could sense Roy felt the same. The funeral home was not often a place people yearned to visit, but it was a necessity. Riley put on a brave tone, but Priya could feel for the girl. She had lost her sister too and it was a pain she couldn't explain. She didn't know if Riley felt the same, but she did know it was a difficult thing to be going into this situation alone.

"Actually Riley, if you are ok with it, I don't mind accompanying you. Obviously, I wouldn't get in the way, but I know from personal experience this is a difficult thing. You shouldn't have to do it alone. Your choice though, just thought I'd put it out there." Priya felt a kinship with Riley then and there. Even though she was still just the smallest bit unsure about her, she at least trusted her enough now. Plus, Priya had a feeling Riley may need help.
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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017 - (Remember Time Zones)



Natasha glanced over towards Cecily and chuckled. "I wonder if it was same iceberg that Captain was caught under. Maybe that's why he stayed there and got frozen, he didn't want to hear Logans language," she said air quoting language as she said it. Glancing forward they had reached the border. There was a long line, it wasn't surprising. Granted the Laredo Colombia Solidarity Port of Entry was less crowded than many others, it had been built back in the nineties to relieve congestion elsewhere. Leaning back in her seat she pulled out her passport before going into a coughing fit. Her hand reaching quickly for a tissue out of her purse. She had been doing well so far considering everything but she was still sick.

Relic jumped in the back of the car and just grunted as he grabbed his laptop. Zoie knew if she didn't say anything to him he would get lost in whatever he was doing and be silent for the majority of the trip. The car was older so there was no built in sat nav. This was perfectly fine with Zoie. Sure it would have made things a bit easier finding the best route in current traffic conditions but it could also be hacked and they could be tracked. Her brother could do it, so could many others. Old school just saying which was to go was best in her book right then. "Sounds good, head to the end of the alleyway and turn right onto the street. Two lights down and hang a left," Zoie said as she put her seatbelt on.

Looking into the rear view mirror Tim nodded slightly. "Yeah, probably be good if you have someone with you," Tim said as he put his eyes back on the road.

"Especially considering everything, Cecily would kill me if shit happened to you and I really don't want to get on a forensic techs bad side, girl could kill me and now how to make it look like an accident," Roy finally pipped in with a bit of a chuckle. The chuckle was cut short as there was a loud booming sound from above the cloud line. "What the fuck was that?" Roy asked trying to look around but the clouds were too thick near Grimm to see anything.

"Beats the hell out of me," Tim said as he stepped on the gas some. Sooner they got to Grimm, the better.

Maria rolled her eyes slightly as she handed over the baby. "Why does family for Latinos and Irish mean you beat on each other?" she said before looking back over towards the father of her grandbaby. "Very well, Keystone it is. His full name is Illiam Caesar Hannibal Keystone Gonzales," she said as she glanced over her shoulder and checked to see that their luggage was being unloaded from the plane. Seeing the car seat she motioned for it to be brought over. "You needn't worry. I packed a car seat for him. I also ordered a multitude of items he will be needing, they are being delivered to the Justice Branch of MSS in," she paused as she checked her watch, "the next two hours. I do so love Amazon Prime and their same day delivery," she added at the end.

Hearing her niece she nodded. "I fear for the day your metabolism revolts on you."
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Riley Ridgeway


Location: Road to Grimm, Indiana
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Riley had her arm resting against the opened window feeling the cool air brushing up against her arm, when she heard Pyira she turned to look over at the woman offering to go with her. Riley rubbed her nose for a moment as she thought about the offer, she honestly wouldn't mind the company. But Riley had just met the woman not to long ago either, then Tim spoke up saying that it was a good idea as she thought for a moment and rubbed the back of her neck for a moment and then nodded slightly. "You are probably right, its really up to you though Pyira." Riley said calmly and gave the woman a grateful smile, she really didn't want to do it alone, and she would ultimately have to also get her parents involved as well.

Riley listened to Roy as well and laughed slightly and nodded, though she didn't really think Cecily would actually be able to kill someone, she did feel comfortable around her roommate. She then quickly remembered she hadn't texted Cecily yet since she had touched down in Indianapolis. "It reminds me I should actually text her now, I forgot to when we touched down." Riley said as she started to pull out the phone Roy had given her and started to send out a quick text to her.

"To CeCe:
Hey, Cecily wanted to see how you were doing. Also letting you know I got there safely. How are things on your end?"


Riley hit send before putting the phone away, as her thoughts went back to Chloe once more she remembered hearing the news report coming in when she had gotten arrested. She did hate druggies, but Riley was still always there for her regardless Riley remembered when they were younger Chloe was practicing her violin and ended up breaking a few strings. Riley had taken the fall for that, and Riley was still there for Chloe when she was in prison and visited her whenever she could. She was happy to hear when Chloe did end up getting out of prison, and then she heard a loud bang going off in the sky. Riley leaned forward and stuck her head out the window, Riley thought for a moment it was thunder however the cloud cover didn't look like it was going to rain. "Whats the weather like the rest of the day Tim?" Riley asked looking over towards him, she knew it wasn't thunder but she had to make sure and ask it regardless.
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Cecily Ashworth


Location: Laredo Colombia Solidarity Port of Entry
Skills: Marvel Universe Knowledge

"I mean, you know how the song goes, right?" Cecily commented with a smile. "When Captain America throws his mighty shield! / All who choose to oppose his shield must yield! / Unless you're a plane / Or a bomb / Or some ice / Then he'll choose to take a nap / Cause the ice seems nice!" she sang softly. They weren't the lyrics to the original song - though Cecily also had those memorized - but rather, the HISHE parody. They were one of her favorite YouTube channels to watch and engage in content about her favorite things with. CinemaSins was always too critical for her taste - which she supposed was ironic, given that she was a critical person herself.

Cecily then pulled out her own passport, flipping through it briefly. There had been moments when she was younger when she had wondered if she might as well get her passport as a tattoo or a sticker to put on her arm, with how often she had needed to use it. She glanced over at Natasha, biting her lip slightly. She had almost managed to forget that Natasha was incredibly sick for a few hours, until now as she started coughing. "Maybe we can get you some water or something," Cecily suggested softly.
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Priya Khurana


Location: In the back of a Squad Car
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Talk and mention of sisters brought back tender memories for Priya. It had been years now since her sister was taken from her. Years since she last spoke to her, talking about their parents' silly rules and running around their street playing, despite traffic. The looks they got from others for living in that neighborhood. Being the only Indian family for miles. Was that why she was targeted by that man? Because she was different.

Either way, it was the past. That brought her to the police. And it brought her to what she wanted the most. Finding cases that were long since forgotten and closing them. Finding the truth and peace for others who had given up hope. It didn't bring her sister back, but it made her feel wanted. Needed even. Her sister would have been proud, even if her parents were not.

A single tear rolled down Priya's cheek as she thought about her sister. She quickly rubbed it away. Riley should not be alone. Thankful for Tim and Roy's word on the matter, she continued. "Yeah, I'll go." It made her feel at ease. If Riley needed her, at least she would be around. And if not, it allowed Priya a moment away from the others for a bit of her own time to think about things. Those things left unsaid and unheard. She wanted to call her mom. If only for a moment to hear her voice.
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Mali Anson

Location: Club Afterdark
Skills: Driving (Cars), Knowledge (90s Hip Hop)



Everything was going well until Mali actually got to the part where she needed to pull out onto the street. She was immediately confronted with a full street, people sitting directly in front of the way out of the alleyway, and nobody looking like they were going to give the courtesy of letting her pull in. The bodybuilder sighed as her grip tightened on the steering wheel. She had anticipated fucked traffic, but so soon?

To distract herself, Mali switched on the radio. Hopefully some tunes would keep her spirits lightened enough to make it through this most vexing of tribulations. Apparently the last person who drove this thing was very intent on not listening to anything. The radio was set to AM and set far away from any working frequency. The first thing she happened to come across there was some Catholic channel.

Hail Mary, Mother of God. Gross, no. That was enough looking around the AM channels for anything good. She switched over to FM and surprisingly enough was on a usable channel, much to her delight it seemed to be an R&B or Hip Hop "oldies" station (the songs weren't that old, were they?). And it was playing her jam. She turned that shit up, and as if the stars had decided to align in her favor for once, traffic opened up, allowing her to start making her way to Zoie's place. As she drove, she kept her good hand on the wheel, the casted, broken one for dancing/gesturing emphatically as she sang along, looking and pointing at Zoie as if the song were directed at her, but if anything, she was just because she was the closest available target. If she wasn't there, then Mali would've been singing at random passerbys and drivers.
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The Scythe

Location: Over Grimm, Indiana -> Airstrip



That's it, Charlie, you've got this. They said you shouldn't get back to work so soon after going cold turkey, but damnit, you've got moxie. Moxie! Yes, this problem is licked, pure and simple. It takes a lot of gumption (and that's a whole lot) to get back behind the stick of an aircraft after shoving a twenty year monkey off your back. Oh, and that was a big monkey, wasn't it? Such a big, hairy monkey named GIN. Oh, but you beat that monkey with a stick, didn't you? Yeah... monkey. Let's just say that a few more times, okay? Monkey. Monkey, monkey, monkey. Monkey. And it's gone now. It is gone, right?

Oh sure, it hasn't been but a few days since that last drink and you feel like leftover ass, but that's okay! These are times that you must remain STRONG. Don't let that monkey ride your ass like you're the official welcoming committee gift/temporary girlfriend for Cell Block Six's branch of the Aryan Vanguard! And it will, oh yes. It will. It's already getting out the Motion Lotion and Marvin Gaye albums, lubing itself up and setting the mood for its last big push to get you back, but you're not gonna do it! Oh no, you're gonna fly this plane, no matter what.

No matter the chills that you've been getting, no matter the horrible, gnawing cold that radiates from your very core, yo will fly this goddamned plane over these United States, carrying your people from Point A to Point B without incident. Oh yes. Never you mind the squirrels that are staring at you from the shadows of the cockpit. Hold the phone?

Okay, the squirrels you can deal with. They're probably not there anyway. Just make sure you stay tight with the horizon, keep your altitude where it's supposed to be, and never you mind the sugar ants crawling up your legs. Are you serious? Oh, and the wave of nausea hits again. Ok, just find that trash bin again, there's a good fellow. So, you can't throw up any more, can you Charlie? Not to worry! There's still some yellow-brown bile you can dredge up. Wait, quick... that guy Ross is back. Just chill. Maintain. You have to pilot this bird, and you're almost there. Don't let the monkey win.

"Yes, Mr. Ross, sir. Just a little while until we begin our descent." Yeah, there we go! That worked. Now, give yourself a moment to feel bad. This is natural! Part of the process! No, no... NO! Stop slapping those ants away! Now you know they're not really there, don't you? They're a product of The Monkey! Alright, you're good. You're good...

Squirrels!

Fuckshitgoddamnmotherasswhyaretheyeatingyou? Why? Why are the squirrels chewing your nipples off? And why are you so tired? NO, you've got this, you've got this. You've got...

.

..

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Okay! You're awake again! Good, good. That was a close one. It's a good thing that huge booming sound woke you up. Was that an engine? That was an engine. Are the geese even flying this high this time of year? Can they? Oh, you're descending. That makes sense. It make sense that you haven't responded to anything in the last few... what time it it? But the geese. You remember the last time you piloted a small plane through a migratory path, don't you? Yes, it was all that damn Monkey's fault! If you weren't so caught up under its influence, those geese never would have had to die. And neither would your engine. Is that what happened? Hmm?

You're not feeling too hot, Charlie, I know. But it's almost done. Oh dear, I believe that you've gone and soiled yourself. Well, no matter. And again. Alright, there's no hiding that from Mr. Ross if he pokes his head back in. But why are you so cold now? Why can't you keep your hands from shaking? Why are the fucking squirrels back again? The staring, the chewing, oh God the chewing. They're not there though, are they? Then why are you fighting them? And why can't you move your arms so much? Damn you, Monkey.

Okay, shit is together, Charlie. There's the airstrip. Just put the plane down. Don't convulse! Don't convulse. Just set the bird on the ground. Just put the bird... no, don't pass out on the stick! You bastard! The Monkey is winning! No! Wake up! Wake up! WAKE U-



The plane made it to the runway, no question. It came in hard, plowing nosefirst into the earth. The front end turned into an accordion, but the main body remained roughly intact, allowing for the survival of the passengers. The pilot was significantly less lucky. If the withdrawal didn't do him in with mortifying, ugly, frothing last few moments, the crash definitely did. He hung on for just long enough for shock to stop his heart, his undergarments filled with unseemly beige foam birthed of delirium.

While the passengers survived, and can escape the wreckage of the plane, the phrase to describe them at present is "Severely Fucked".

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Caesar & Keystone


Location: Justice Airport, Private Hangar
Skills: N/A
Skills: Security Procedures



The words that came out of Maria's mouth were true. So far as family was concerned, the Mexicans and the Irish had certain similarities. Different flavor, definitely, but cultural similarities were abound. The stereotype for violence was strong in both as well. Unfortunately, it was one stereotype that Caesar lived up to. "Because we are strong, Maria. Sometimes, we need to remind ourselves." He looked around the otherwise vacant hangar. His words seemed to echo back upon him. Three generations of La Familia were in one place, one unsecured place, and they were not remotely armed enough. Justice, California was a place of death and betrayal. This was not acceptable. Purely for the sake of keeping the conversation light while they were still in relative open, he commented, "Angelita, you would know - you're both Irish and Mexican, right?" He grabbed up his luggage and began for Keystone's vehicle, but slowly, as to keep his family, extended or otherwise, in his sights.

"My ma was Scottish, Tio. Carmichael?" from the younger half-Latina, who had just righted her backpack over her shoulder. She gave a playful sneer in Maria's direction in response to the comment abut her metabolism, following it up with, "Jealous?" It wasn't the most fair of comments. Maria was a striking lady for any age, let alone her coming autumn years. But the exchange was enough for Keystone to note that they were, all three, very close if not altogether 100% friendly. They were family. Now, thanks to the baby in his arms, they were his family. He'd never really had that before, not except for his mother. She was gone, now. To make matters even more real for him, Keystone caught a glance of Caesar. He was apparently back on the clock, as it were. A chill swept up his spine, and he too understood what it meant to fear for the safety of a family. This was not unlike him, but the application of it was new. "Right then..." he rolled out in his solid Cockney accent.

Caesar grumbled something about Celts in general, unwilling to get into a discussion about the semi-murky cultural differences between Scots and Irish in the United States. Cultural identity was important, as well it should be, but foremost in his concern was getting his people to a site where he had relative control over the surroundings. "Angel, get the carseat set up in the back and help me with the bags. We need to move. Ahora. Thalia's head snapped over at her uncle, about to say some manner of snappy retort, but the look on his face shut her down. Back to business.

Still cradling little Liam in his arms, Keystone made for his Ramcharger. He carefully inched one hand forward, opening the door without jostling his tiny son. It was a little harder than he had anticipated, being that he was not generally the baby holding type. It would require more practice, without doubt. What he could do right then was his job. He was a security agent. They were in a junction point where the mode of transportation was being changed - a perfect spot to hit a target, if indeed they were a target. He scoped the entry points, windows, angles of potential attack. He mentally plotted the course back to the Queensguard MSS office, an alternate route of course, and tried like hell to retain his scope of professionalism despite the rising urge to put these people inside of his vehicle personally and cart them away to a cave someplace, preferably with a huge ironbound door and an electrified fence. Except for Caesar. He could take care of himself. Bastard punched him in his head. ...ok fine. Him, too.

Thalia took up the carseat from the baggage rack and gave it a quick jog to Keystone's Dodge. On the way, she passed by Caesar who was still looking more observant than usual, his piercing hazel eyes moving in a way that was not unlike the big Anglo guy carrying Liam. She shot him a quizzical look, asking a question without actually speaking a word. "No, Sobrina. I just have a feeling. Like when I was still a Federale." He was indeed Mexican National Police once upon a time. It was a horrifying era and a highly corrupt organization. One did not know who to trust. Many died or were never heard from again. The whole situation with Justice reminded him of exactly that scenario, how it was likely going to continue to play out, and the fact that he had more people he cared about in the mix. This would not do. "Go on, get Liam in and then let's grab our gear. I don't like us being out any more than we have to."

Though the words were directed at Thalia, Keystone took them to heart as well, responding, "Yeah, Boss. Gotcha." He buckled the baby into the carseat and made short work of grabbing and stowing baggage; the Ramcharger was damned good for both seating and storage. It was a good thing too, as he was unaware that he would need accommodations for four (and a half) people. He allowed his hurried need to secure these people and their things to motivate him, and in short order had his vehicle packed and ready to move. "Let's be off, then. Set up in the Security 'ub back as MSS on the now, figure out the afters, after. Yeah?"
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Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017 - (Remember Time Zones)




Grimm, Indiana: Tim glanced up at the sky and looked at the clouds. "Sadly rain but it was supposed to hold off until this evening." Sighing he kept driving, rolling the windows up and putting on some music. If it was about to start storming the last thing he wanted was to deal with the inside of his car getting soaked. Sure the reports said this evening but Grimm never payed attention to what the news caster said, it had the weather it wanted when it wanted it. So was the way of the lands of a flat state.

Barney grunted as his eyes opened. That was a hell of a decent. He wasn't sure what happened but the plane was on the ground. Not sure what ground but on ground. Wires hanging from the ceiling as well as the little oxygen bags, a little fucking late for that. His chair had broken off his nest and was laying on its side but hey the seatbelt was still in tact. Unfastening it he landed on his knees and spit out some blood. That was a tooth that would need to be replaced. "Iris, where the fuck are you?" he yelled out in the cloud of smoke that was quickly filling the cabin. Or half a cabin? He could see the woods and the other side of the plane. Iris's half of the plane was a goof fifty feet on the otherside of the runway. Getting to his feet he started running towards it.

Maybe it was a good thing the landing strip was away from Grimm and in the woods. No one knew about it. Then again, maybe it was a bad thing because well - NO ONE FUCKING KNEW ABOUT IT! Tim sure as hell didn't as he pulled into Grimm proper, a small little town that still looked like a Norman Rockwell painting. Even the funeral home looked like a house, an old gothic house, but a house. Of course it was in a house. Pulling up to the curb in front of it Tim put the car in park. "Here we are, sure you two are good to get this?" he asked real fast.

Justice, California: Zoie wasn't one to be out funned. She knew the song and knew it well. It came out not long after she had graduated high school. She had grown up in Wigneckville USA. The only music played down there on the major radio stations was R&B/Rap on one station, and country on the other. (Leesburg could probably be blamed for I Played Chicken With A Train.) So of course, she sang right along with Mali and gesturing right back at her as they drove towards her home. Relic just looked at the girls and then stuck his nose right back into his computer. "Y'all are fucked up you know that right?" was all he said, which of course made Zoie roll her eyes.

"Fucking scrub," she laughed before giving a few more directions. They would be pulling up to her house soon but perhaps not soon enough as she caught a glimpse of smoke off in the distance. "Step on it..." she said as she leaned up in the seat, hers was the only building out this way for miles. If something was burning it was her home or the barn...

Back in Justice, things were as calm as one could hope for when it came to the Gonzalez familia. Maria eyed Caesar. "Sometimes it takes a stronger man not to throw a punch than to let his anger get the better of him," she said before going with Keystone. She wasn't leaving her grandson right then, not when her daughter had just died. Climbing into the back seat with Liam she got comfortable and fastened her seat belt. "We should get to know each other, since I am taking over here," she said as she jingled some plastic keys in front of Liams face to keep him entertained.

Texas/Mexico Border: To say that Natasha was stubborn was an understatement. The woman was driven and once she put her mind to something there was nothing to stop her except herself, and even then she would push herself far too far hard for far too long. A prime example was how she just shook her head and kept coughing while she spoke brokenly. "No, I'm good, let's just get over the border," she said, each word coming between another hack.

The line was long but it wasn't near as bad as it could have been. By the time they got to the gate Natasha had managed to get the coughing under control. Her eyes were still watering and blood shot from the coughing fit but she managed to keep it together while their passports and ids were checked. The car was searched but no more than most. Good thing about being two pale skinned girls with lighter eyes, they were usually waived through quickly. Once on the other side though, things took a turn for the worse as Natasha cough returned and this time it wouldn't stop, blood coming up with each hack. "Pull over," she managed to get out as she held her soaked tissue to her mouth.
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Riley Ridgeway


Location: Grimm, Indiana
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Riley pulled her arm back into the car when Tim started to roll up the car's window, she nodded slightly she was right about the rain, but not sure about the giant boom either. Riley looked over her shoulder towards Pyira and gave her a nod, as they then started to drive into Grimm proper. Riley leaned back looking out at the small town, it had been a few months since the reunion it felt very weird to be setting foot back in it again. Riley recognized the buildings and a few restaurants and stores that she used to hangout in her younger years, then they were in front of the funeral home now. Riley closed her eyes for a moment and sighed, once they were at the closest parking spot in front of the building.

Riley turned her attention towards Tim and gave him a slight nod and smiled towards him. "I'll be fine, you guys go play cops and robbers and have fun." Riley said giving him a smile and then a quick hug. "Thanks again by the way, i'll text you once I have things done here and then we can go to the hotel." Riley said before stepping out and then went to open the back door for Pyira, and then closed both doors once Pyira got out and gave both Roy and Tim a wave before turning around. "Lets get this all over with, and thank you for coming with me by the way.." Riley said softly as she started to make her way towards the entrance of the funeral home.

Once she had finished everything here and got to the hotel, Riley would think of talking to her parents for the first time in years she hated them for kicking her out of the house when she was just in her teen years. It was the main reason why she really did hate overly religious people who thought her sexuality as a sin, and also one of the reasons why she wasn't religious either. As Riley entered the building she looked around, the funeral home hadn't changed much having been there for the service of Simone when she was killed years ago. And then several months ago for the services of her former classmates killed by Chris, Riley started to walk over towards the front desk and spotted the receptionist there. "Hey, uhm i'm here to claim my sister's body?" Riley asked awkwardly, thinking that she'd never end up having to do it herself either.
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Caesar & Keystone


Location: Justice Airport -> Streets of Justice
Skills: N/A
Skills: Security Procedures



The present and extended incarnation of La Familia Gonzalez piled into the restored and refitted Ramcharger that now served as the massive Londoner's personal conveyance. Thalia joined Maria and Liam in the spacious backseat, and Caesar climbed into the front. The elder Mexican had seen this vehicle around the MSS Motor Pool. He had not expected much from it, but then again, this was mostly Alicia's deal. She had the thing for cars. The updates that were done to it in his absence were impressive. The piece of 1980's utility muscle vehicle nostalgia had been brought up to the modern standard of luxury and entertainment, and within the time he had spent down in Mexico. He would have to make sure that his staff was compensated accordingly.

Caesar was amused to note that Maria was still just as willing to speak down to him now as she always had been. Possibly even moreso. This exchange was such that he would gain absolutely nothing from continuing it except for a headache, and so refused to respond to her sliver of shared wisdom. Caesar did make it a point to follow up on her other assertion, as it directly involved both business and Keystone. "Si. I told you over the phone that I was going to appoint someone Director. There she is. She helped me start MSS. No one else knows our business better, legal or illegal. Paperwork will be processed the minute we hit the office. So..." He looked Keystone dead in the eye, and with neutral expression concluded his thought. "...you're fired."

"The hell, Caesar?" sounded from the backseat, courtesy of the young lady with the slight Boston accent. Keystone wagged a finger in her direction, voicing his own sense of odd disbelief in agreement with her. "Yuh huh. What she says, yeah?"

"But I can't have some deadbeat raising my grandson. So there's an Associate Director position opening up I think you would be perfect for. More ground and field duties. Less papers to push."

"...bloody prat, you are..." remarked Keystone, pulling out onto the blacktop. He shook his head and began making his way out of the airport and into the main roads surrounding, using an alternate path to get back to the Queensguard complex. He leaned over to hit the vehicle's GPS, marvelling at how much easier it made route planning on unfamiliar streets, and accidentally pulled up his personal music selections in the process. For the space of a few seconds, the armored security vehicle was graced with the dulcet sounds of:



During those seconds, Keystone felt the telltale sensations associated with one's face turning red. He quickly glanced around before attempting to shut the music off, succeeding primarily in cranking up the volume before it finally went quiet. From the back, he heard the one they called variations of "Angel" stifle back a laugh. Then another. Then she could not help herself. Perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't fight so hard to turn it off. "Wow. Wouldn't have expected that, Big Guy. You must really like Adele, huh? Oh, congrats on the new job, by the way." Sarcasm was indeed strong in this family.
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