[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] Past 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 voice mail was not remotely as polite as they had hoped, considering the source. Something of that abrupt and callous of nature surely could not have come from such an upright and benevolent organization as the Justice Police Department, not from the brothers and sisters in blue of such a pristine and morally sound group of paladinesque defenders of order. Beyond corruption, the first line of defense between the dark and treacherous lowlifes which prowled the streets of Justice and the noble, kind citizens who just wanted a normal life - 2.5 kids and a goldfish, average wage earning white picket fence types. No. Such hostilities were beneath them. Especially the parts about trampling their civil rights and threatening them with criminal charges to elicit sudden and immediate compliance. It must have been some [i]other[/i] entity that left that message, masquerading as the Justice P.D. 

	Although, just in case they were wrong, it was probably best to address the issue. Keystone and Caesar had apparently gotten the same message, meaning it was likely recorded and then sent simultaneously to them both. Keystone imagined that their face would be red if they knew that they were in fact outside of the jurisdiction of the Justice Police Dept. right then, though that might bring up a boatload more suspicion to them. Caesar was taking a more scholarly approach to the issue, scratching his chin and pulling up the Email he received just earlier. 

	Yes, it was another touch of mystery; Caesar had gotten the same voice mail threatening his freedom if he didn't appear, which was strange as the initial Email from these people was informative, unlike Keystone's which requested his presence to ask about one of the people who had died. Interesting indeed. Now after a response that gave the intent of compliance but not immediate presence, the tone from the cops got a lot harsher. After a brief discussion on the matter between the two men on the plane, it was decided that this little issue ad to be nipped in the bud as soon as possible. Though there were concerns. 

	[color=b8860b]"Trap, y'think?"[/color] suggested Keystone.

		[color=orangered]"It could be. They sound desperate."[/color] It was a fair enough assumption.

	[color=b8860b]"Ey, you're the one what used to be a cop, yeah? Mostly they just gave me the business, back in the day. What d'you think's goin' on?"[/color] 

		[color=orangered]"Setup. These Justice cops... they're known for being bought. It's Mexico City all over again. They find somebody they like, [i]hura[/i] assholes won't bother looking any more. We need to give them a body to hang this on. The right one. And proof."[/color] 

	[color=b8860b]"Yeah. Or skip the country. Ain't like either of us is from 'ere, yeah?"[/color] 

	Caesar growled at Keystone in a way that seemed to scream tired disbelief. No, that really wasn't an option yet. But a response would have to be made. So long as Caesar had his Email open, he might as well send the response from there. He attached his copy of the voicemail to the message, as to have a better vantage point for whomever initially read it, and began to compose. 

	[hr][color=orangered][i]To whom it may concern, 

	No problem.

	Caesar H. Gonzalez
	Owner/C.E.O. Machete Security Solutions[/i][/color][hr]

	Caesar then made a copy of their communications so far, including the voice mail, and sent a copy off to Maria back in Justice along with a request for an update and a rundown of their legal options, according to Justice and/or California law. [color=orangered]"We have a week. It's going to get real messy."[/color]

        Keystone nodded soberly. They didn't get all dressed up for nothing.