[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] Over the Rockies, Flight MSS-1 
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	The pair of men looked at the screen in front of them. First, it was a little odd that they had decided to catch an inflight movie, things being what they were, but hey, who [i]doesn't[/i] want to see the all Latina remake of The Sound of Music while sharpening their knives and oiling the internal actions of their respective firearms. The part where La Familia Von Trapp were learning about singing scales was especially diverting, while they were getting together a basic plan for establishing a base of operations on site. Keystone himself had a few questions about the plot, being as Spanish was not one of his learned languages; though it seemed to him that the story was changed somewhat from what he remembered from his childhood in London. It seemed to him that, in the version that [i]he[/i] saw, the children gave their Governess "the finger" an awful lot less. Also, the dance numbers seemed a lot more family friendly back in the day. It must have been the Director's Cut. Whatever. 

	Of course, it was also a little odd that someone decided to take that moment to interrupt their very strange rendition of the classic story of conflict and resolution set to music to give them yet another message. Keystone wasn't too tech savvy, but Caesar had a little experience with it, himself. He could safely say beyond a shadow of a doubt that he, in his official, professional opinion, had no fucking clue as to how it was happening. Not a one. Seriously, it was beyond him at the moment. 

	Caesar was holding an after-meal vat of Mescal to his lips, held still by his own sense of wonderment at his electronics getting hijacked while flying a few hundred miles an hour in a pressurized metal tube several thousand feet in the sky. Nothing to worry about there, right? Nope. The pilot's mention that they lost contact with everyone and everything on the ground was of no nevermind, either. It's not like something could go horribly, catastrophically wrong in this moment, splattering the whole of them into a twisted mass of crumpled metal, flaming petrol, and mismatched extremities on some poorly mapped mountainside. Perish the thought. 

	[color=b8860b]"Half a bloody moment..."[/color] muttered Keystone, putting 2 and √4 together, [color=b8860b]"This the nutsock what put them Adele lyrics on my monitor, yeah? What kind o' bronzecockery is all this, then?"[/color] There were occasions where the big man demonstrated the soul of a poet. This was not one of those times. Though both men, Caesar and Keystone, indeed wanted to know more about the situation. Caesar would have used slightly more socially digestible words. Instead, he took to note the phrase he did not recognize on the screen. 

	[color=orangered]"Lunillud Aleae."[/color] He pronounced the words bluntly, trying to enunciate them but unclear how to inflect; was it pronounced as American English was? No, he doubted that very much. Just as much as he doubted that is was pronounced as Mexican Spanish. [color=orangered]"That mean anything in your upscale British textbooks?"[/color] he inquired of Keystone with a hint of sarcasm. 

	[color=b8860b]"Dunno. Never cracked a one open."[/color] he responded, raising two fingers in the general direction of his employer. Of course, Caesar knew the extent to Keystone's education. It was basic, by the standards of the day. He was not a stupid man, but his higher education was bought and paid for with work and blood, in the streets of London and in places generally unknown where Mandarin was the tongue of learned men. [color=b8860b]"Who the arse is this, any'ow? Eh?"[/color] he spoke aloud, on the off chance that whomever was had ears inside of the plane - even after their communications was restored and the message ceased. A nod of agreement went between the two of them, that conversation should probably be kept light until they were more sure of their privacy.