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

        Meanwhile, back in the offices, Keystone was left with his presently unconscious baby son. It was the first time he was left alone with [i]any[/i] baby, let alone his. Hell, it was very near unbelievable that he had a child in the first place. Yet, there he was. He could see the boy's mother in him, mixed with certain other qualities that he could only assume came from him. Eyes, the shape of his jaw, proportionate size of his hands... this boy was going to be massive when he grew up. 

        The marvel of his son aside, Keystone was mildly surprised to learn that Miss Santiago was familiar with both Elizabeth Queensguard and the older lady's (Butler? Valet? Personal Assistant?) ...helper, Wadsworth. Not just familiar, but familiar enough to have exchanged travel plans. That perked a brow on the Cockney bruiser. Keystone could only hope that He would be read into the situation. Until then, he dare not move until he was absolutely sure that little Liam was fast asleep. Maybe even get a bottle together while the little guy was out cold. 

        Ballistic rated playpen. That was awesome. All the same, he did have some work to do, and the best way to do that was to get started. The first part of that entailed opening his company email and piecing together all of the stuff that Caesar had sent him into a more coherent, less puzzle-y picture. 

        But speaking of Caesar, he was rather busy himself in search of something. He looked up and down the office that was supposed to be his, a utilitarian affair that was undefeated, even Spartan in nature, owing to the fact that he was rarely there for 9 - 5 work. He had been lately, but with the passing of his daughter he hadn't felt the desire to give it any homey touches. 

        Finally, packed away in an unmarked box underneath other unmarked boxes, he located it. In truth, it was probably safer there than someplace in a wall safe, and the tape holding the box together was still intact, even down to the fold he put in it. Caesar carefully lifted the machine from its Bastille of cardboard, bubble wrap, and plastic sheeting, and gave it a long stare. Tears started to form that he quickly blinked away. He didn't have time to cry right then. Deliver the computer to Tech, let Angel get a crack at it, and react accordingly.