[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] Security Procedures
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] Seek The Guilty (Investigation/Surveillance) [hr][hr][/center]


	The fact of the matter was that people were dead, and the two men traveling high over Nebraska were likely going to be railroaded by corrupt assholes employed by the Justice Police Department. Caesar knew what that was like; he was once a Commandant of the Mexican Federal Police, now retired. Anyone who had heard of them knew about their overwhelming problem with corruption. It was just as bad as Justice PD, maybe moreso. The only way to fix it was to dismantle the entire organization, one brick at a time. It was a painful period in his country's history. There was a lot of blood spilled. It was in this time that Caesar built his reputation for honor and brutality. It occurred to the older man that maybe that was exactly what needed to happen with the problem in Justice - a reckoning of fire and blood, burning out the infected and leaving the good, decent cops to pick up the pieces. It would hurt, but if effective it would give them a chance to heal. The problem was, that only worked for the Federales because they did this to themselves. Outside intervention from Caesar's people would turn Justice into an open warzone. Maybe he was better with that than this intrigue bullshit. 

	Lord only knew that the intrigue bullshit hadn't done very much for him so far. Most especially as it came to attempting a preliminary to an investigation on the area. It was like there wasn't any direct information stored digitally [i]anywhere[/i]. Nothing of online newspaper archives, nor public police reports; no ratings for restaurants. No local businesses. Nothing in the way of City Hall nor Chamber of Commerce updates. It was like the whole town was stuck decades behind the rest of the world, else someone had intentionally scrubbed the internet of anything to do with Grimm, IN. The only things he did find that could remotely be considered a [i]lead[/i] was when he came across something about the prominent family in town, name of Grimaldi. An old family by all accounts, with one member living in Chicago, running a bookstore. After securing a vehicle, they had a source of local history to track down. 

	Not only that, Grimm was the hometown of someone that Keystone shared an apartment building with: Riley Ridgeway. Superstar girl that had gone a-slumming in Justice, CA, for reasons unknown to Caesar or Keystone. It was also the hometown of Marc Tinder, one half of the duo that killed Alicia (and was supposedly still alive). Scrambling a hasty message together, Caesar inquired of his Tech team: 

[center][color=orangered][u][i]"Track down the phone number of Riley Ridgeway of Boston Heights, Justice CA."[/i][/u][/color][/center]

	Keystone's own efforts were stymied at all corners of inquiry. Setting up shop while not physically on site came to a swift and undramatic standstill due to a serious lack of available information. It was like the entire town only existed in the secondhand stories of others, devoid of direct, hard data. Several stories of murder and mystery leaked out every now and again, as well as hushed tales of multiple locations around town, but nothing provided decent pictures of locations nor the info he required to choose a decent base of operations. It probably didn't help that the town was so small that available spots were highly limited and likely well known to everyone still living in Grimm. They were going to stick out like sore thumbs. 

	[color=b8860b]"Eh, Boss? Ain't a bloody thing to be found on this. Can't set eyes on it 'til we're on the ground."[/color] He understood and shared Caesar's frustration. It looked like their best option was to get rooms at a local Ramada Inn and branch out from there, as unsavory and overt as that might seem. Unfortunately, actually [i]getting there[/i] seemed like a faraway concept right at that moment. Keystone ordered a glass of scotch from the stewardess and contemplated his options carefully, deciding that a lack of knowledge was an uncomfortable thing.