[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, Office 
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	A soft tone emanated from Keystone's company phone. From somewhere in the security areas, a message was sent to their former Director, likely because the formal announcement of the change in hierarchy had not been made yet, announcing that the company was being mentioned on the news. He scanned the message and clicked on the flatscreen in the office. He muted the volume so as not to disturb his infant son and turned on closed captioning to get at least the gist of what was going on. 

	Live closed captioning was generally a tricky affair, especially with the news. It seemed like the people responsible always seemed to be three lines or so slower than the actual dialogue, and this looked to be no exception. It was not until the story blurb was done and a commercial about paper towels or some such pointless bullshit came on that Keystone acquired the knowledge of the last couple of lines. Maybe he should have keyed up the sound just a little bit, though the risk of waking the child was a harrowing concept to a man horribly surprised at becoming a father and unwilling to screw it up off from the start like his own did. 

	[i]Supreme Court Justice... recent transplants to Justice... Risa Couri, language coordinator, U.N. ...Lucas Walsh, High School Art teacher...[/i]

	Regardless of the precautions he took, the staff he called in, the personnel [i]in the room[/i], intruders got in and did horrible things under [b]his watch[/b]. He had covered all of the entrances in the time provided, though there was little in the way of advance notice. This was not a valid excuse, granted, but it did make his job more difficult. From now on, that would be Maria's difficulty. He didn't wish to pass such a burden onto the woman, though he was glad to have a freer hand with what had to be done. That news woman - Amy Adams - she was right about something. MSS [i]was[/i] out for revenge. They just needed to know where to lay the blade first. And this woman who was in the picture, Valerie Pye? Caesar would have to be informed about her. It was curious that he hadn't acknowledged the message that Keystone had just sent to that effect yet. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://media.giphy.com/media/wbomIbUs5Bc2I/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] Queensguard Industries R&D, Receiving  
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	The phone went off again. Caesar wasn't sure if it was the original message making itself manifest yet again or another one coming through. He risked a quick look to see what the deal was. It was from Keystone. No emergency tag, and no second message, either. He would have to adjust the settings on his satphone to make sure that crap like this didn't happen too often. For the meantime, his hesitance to open the message from his subordinate cemented the fact for him that he indeed wanted to open the package that he was handed by his staff, from the mystery man on the motorcycle. 

	Carefully, Caesar slipped his phone back into his pocket. With equal display of the manual prowess for which he had gained notoriety, that being the positive general notation of common folk who might have glimpsed the older man handle a sharp implement, and a strenuous desire to get the act accomplished without drawing excess attention, Caesar produced a classically styled switchblade knife and actuated the blade mechanism, inserted it beneath the front flap of the manila envelope and pried open the brassy fitting holding the container shut. If anything was to occur from the simple act opening the thing, let it be here in front of witness and camera. Curiosity and impatience blurred with caution as he used the blade to lift the envelope's flap, followed by a committed peering inside to, for good or ill, see what lay inside.