[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar[/color] & [color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img][/img][hr][b] [color=dimgray]Location:[/color][/b] Justice Airport -> Streets of Justice 
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A 
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] Security Procedures [hr][hr][/center]

	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 [i]and[/i] Keystone. [color=orangered]"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..."[/color] He looked Keystone dead in the eye, and with neutral expression concluded his thought. [color=orangered]"...you're fired."[/color] 

	"[i]The hell, Caesar?[/i]" 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. [color=b8860b]"Yuh huh. What she says, yeah?"[/color] 

	[color=orangered]"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."[/color] 

        [color=b8860b]"...bloody prat, you are..."[/color] 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: 

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[youtube]https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=9h0Arg_-380[/youtube]
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        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 [i]really like[/i] Adele, huh? Oh, congrats on the new job, by the way." Sarcasm was indeed strong in this family.