[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color] & [color=orangered]Caesar[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img][/img][hr][b][color=dimgray]Location:[/color][/b] Queensguard Industries R&D, Office -> Airport
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	[color=orangered]"Okay. Run this by me one more time. And rememeber, you're already on my shit list for never mentioning that you were [i]involved[/i] with M'hija."[/color] It was more of an excuse to speak angrily than anything else. Caesar probably had more right to be pissed off at his own people, his ex-wife and his cousins. His brother, certainly, and his niece as well. All of them knew that Alicia had given birth to a steel-eyed baby boy that favored his mother just as much as the giant of a man who sired him. None of them had said anything. 

	 [color=b8860b]"Bring y'geriatric arse round this way, yeah? Still goin' on."[/color] He was just about done with Caesar's bullshit. Their age and size difference notwithstanding, he wasn't in any rush to get into a fistfight with this man. Caesar was a legend, after all. But Keystone was zooming past the point where he felt like putting up with every piece of abuse the old man wanted to dish out. Maybe he should have mentioned something, but what was done was done. They could move forward, drag the people they needed to in front of Alicia's mother for whatever hell she had planned, and let the chips fall where they may. 

	Caesar glared at the large Cockney for a moment, then at the screen. [color=orangered]"What in [i]Taco fucking Tuesday[/i] is that supposed to be?"[/color] growled Caesar, dipping into a sliver of a stereotype for emphasis. He didn't like that his system was being overridden, apparently at will by persons unknown. He sure as hell didn't like the cryptic message, either. But it sounded familiar, somehow. He just couldn't place it. 

	Meanwhile, Keystone couldn't help but blush, if just a little. [color=b8860b]"Bloody 'ell..."[/color] he breathed into his hands. He knew exactly what this was. Word for word, note for note. He ought to; Keystone had every piece of music associated with the author and singer of those lines. He even had pictures. And lots of views on YouTube. It was his guilty little secret, laid bare for one of the scariest men imaginable. There was no getting around this. [color=b8860b]"That there's lyrics from Adele bloody Adkins, Boss."[/color] Yeah, say it nonchalant like that. It'll be okay.

	[color=orangered]"Yeah?"[/color] Casear paused, building up tension, [color=orangered]"How do [i]you[/i] know?"[/color] 

		[color=b8860b]"Never you fongin' mind. What d'you got, then?"[/color] 

	The two men went over their perspective bits of noteworthy finds, some of which fell into their laps and some of which were paid for with blood. Things seemed to continue pointing to some small town a ways outside of Chicago. Especially Caesar's "ransom style" note. And it was inferred that they needed to arrive on scene ASAP. An unknown entity or agent of their own narrative was edging them toward something, yet at the same time promising the possibility of answers. It was a rabbit hole, to be sure. How far could they go before it swallowed them up forever? But too much had happened to stop now. 

	After a not too lengthy discussion, the pair decided to at least check out this place in America's Heartland, hoping that clues would be forthcoming and whatever person was watching over them would tell them the right direction to head in. Caesar out in a call for his pilot to start working overtime, and Keystone set to grabbing what he needed from around the office. [color=b8860b]"We s'posed to expect trouble?"[/color] he inquired of the older man. 

	[color=orangered]"Yeah. Always is. Bring your working tools with you. I've still got a lot from the funeral."[/color] Caesar nodded at his own words, leaving Keystone to wonder just exactly what kind of service they had down in Mexico. And when he could visit Alicia's gravesite. For now, he had to content himself with giving his son a smile and gently, very gently picking the little guy up, giving him back his pacifier, and letting the feeling of fatherhood wash through him. He [i]had[/i] to finish this, just as much as Caesar. His little boy might not be safe until it was over. Keystone was going to be a better father than his own. 

	The next half hour saw them equipped as for a weekend in very hostile territory. Weapons, body armor, electronics, booze, tea, knives, clothes, and money in the form of physical cash as well as digital credit. They left Liam in the immediate care of the Tech team (because why the hell not, they were doing everything else) and slapped the two huge bounders from London on the case as bodyguards until Maria was free from her meeting to make more pointed decisions about him. The appropriate messages were left for the new Director to ensure that everything was passed along, business and personal, as well as the records of everything they had found and their reasons for the quick departure. She would understand. This was about Alicia. 

	Refuel, restock, and take the hours in the air to focus on what was important. Focus on what needed to be done. Caesar and Keystone took to the big man's Ramcharger to hurry [b]back[/b] to the airport. Along the way, the big Londoner found an item that he had neglected to bring in from earlier: a boxed set of that program he had been shown the other night, by that Coroner chick. Well, if he had any free time, he'd make sure to catch up on it. Into the luggage it went. 

	[color=orangered]"Hey Keystone? You ever been to Chicago?"[/color] 

		[color=b8860b]"Nah. Hear the food's good, though."[/color] 

	[color=orangered]"Had to be food with you, huh?"[/color] 

		[color=b8860b]"Yeah? Piss off."[/color] 

	Into the air and places beyond.