[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar[/color] & [color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[hr][b] [color=dimgray]Location:[/color][/b] Streets of Justice -> Queensguard R&D Complex
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A 
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	Caesar looked around the cab of Keystone's restored and luxury fitted Dodge Ramcharger. The convenience of the armored means of conveyance aside, Caesar was really more interested in the people around him. They were his closest allies now, in the dark reality of Justice, California. More than that, they were family. Even Maria, who had the good sense to divorce him some time ago. Why she agreed to get back into business with him was beyond him, Alicia's death or no. In the end, what else would a mother do for her daughter if not at least help to avenge her? 

	There was Keystone himself, a large man birthed of a culture that varied differently from his own. Some things would always unite certain people from across the globe, and one of those things was poverty. Caesar knew the circumstances of this man's childhood, knew what kind of people came from that sort of environment. The fact that he was a good person seemed miraculous. Rough around the edges, crude at times, intimidating as all hell, but a decent guy with protective instincts solid enough to land a plane on. 

	Then his little niece. Baby niece. Protected, shy, introverted, and other blatant lies. The girl had such potential as a runaway freight train chock full of badassery, but seemed content to shelve her knowledge of shooting and stabbing in lieu of her own tech projects. But right at that moment, she was busy on her company cell phone, having punched in a number that she caught on the window of a Chinese restaurant that promised free delivery. [b]"Lo Mein and fried rice, both. No no, in addition to the other. Thanks. Address? Umm, you guys know where Queensguard... Uh huh, I know 'Director Keystone'. Yeah! Same place. Ask for Angel. [i]Awesome[/i]."[/b]

	[color=b8860b]"Right, mealtimes aside,"[/color] began Keystone in his Cockney brogue, curious as to how the young lady in the back of his ride got so damned comfortable with her position even before arriving on site, [color=b8860b]"I got bossman's trike back in the Motor Pool, likewise there's another addition that looks like it don't belong fully. Assumin' it belongs to the 'ungry ragamuffin in back, yeah? Might want to give it a once-over 'fore we get fully to it."[/color]

	Caesar wasn't completely certain what a "ragamuffin" was, but was moderately sure it was a lesser form of insulting descriptor of some kind. He was highly fluent in the English language, though sometimes [i]English[/i] English could still throw him a surprise. [color=orangered]"Watch how you speak about my niece, [i]Johnathon[/i]. She's part of your team now, too. And part of your family."[/color]

	[color=b8860b]"My 'pologies. Nothin' by it, Boss."[/color] He nodded up the road a piece, [color=b8860b]"Right then, almost to it."[/color] And indeed they were, time had funny ways of speeding up and slowing down to human perception as the situation modified things, but sure enough, less than a minute later the boxy black security vehicle was pulling into the first checkpoint, allowing entry to the Queensguard Industries R&D Industrial Complex, and by extension, the Justice Offices of Machete Security Solutions.