[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]

	Caesar smiled upon completing the Email from Maria. She certainly had a way about her, all formal and proper, but capping off her point in a manner that spoke to her origins. "[i]Fuck them, deal with this shit first.[/i]" Yup, that was the plan. Despite the abruptness of Caesar's own Email back to the Justice P.D., he was mentally perusing his legal options in his head. It had to be passed by Legal, of course, but a few of the points Maria brought up echoed his own thoughts on the matter. Corrupt or not, they had to maintain the illusion of respectability to forces outside of their influence. The result might just be that the entire house of cards fall down. Ergo, certain legalities and/or rights had to be addressed. At least on the surface. 

	Meanwhile, the Tech Team had uncovered something interesting, albeit not exactly what Caesar was looking for: Another murder, this one a Grimm, IN native (and Riley's sister, how coincidental) named Chloe. [color=orangered]"Keystone... Superstar's already on scene."[/color] he rasped rather absently, still reading the information sent to him. [color=orangered]"Along with two cops. I met one a while ago... Roy Gregory?"[/color]

	[color=b8860b]"Yah, I heard o' that one."[/color] remarked Keystone. He was apparently a friend of the Coroner, he remembered the name from a conversation over Italian food with Cecily. [color=b8860b]"Don't know a bloody thing about 'im, though."[/color] It was true enough. Hearing a name in passing did not transmit otherwise undisclosed information about the guy, except that she trusted him. 

		[color=orangered]"Never heard of the other. Detective Priya Khurana?"[/color] Caesar looked over to his junior partner hopefully. Maybe he heard something. Instead of anything useful, Keystone just shrugged and gave a an exaggerated look of bewilderment. He didn't have a clue, either. [color=orangered]"I have Riley's number in Justice. And her parent's number in Grimm. Nothing direct. I am going to get an address on that bookstore. What do you have?"[/color] 

	Keystone heard every word that Caesar had said, but he was too busy looking at his own screen with barely restrained anger to respond immediately. [color=b8860b]"Sod me bloody buckfuttin' [i]sideways[/i]!"[/color] he roared, considering the ramifications of putting his device through a window. [color=b8860b]"We're a [i]Security Bacondamned Company[/i], yeah? Well, we suck the cover offa golfball at being bloody [i]secure[/i]. Serious. We need to pull up stakes and leave Justice [i]far fongin' arseways[/i]. I'm done with this indelicate bearshite."[/color] 

		[color=orangered]"ENGLISH."[/color] growled Caesar, [color=orangered]"Or Spanish. [i]Pick one.[/i] What happened now?"[/color] 

	Keystone took in a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm himself. [color=b8860b]"Right. Despite patrols, personnel, cameras, bloody secured facilities, locks, and the tightening of ALL THOSE THINGS after the MURDERS what took place under the same 'secure conditions', regardless of the additional manpower present, an' completely ignoring the additional protocols put into place; the arrival of the new tech team overseeing the facility and your niece who's s'posed to be some smartbitch bloody savant, not to mention your hardass ex-wife keeping things in proper order, also mentionin' the truck-punchin' London East Enders I brought in personal to keep things solid on the ground, YET ANOTHER FELONY was just perped against our location. Motor Pool has been ransacked. Several of our company cars stolen. Wasn't most of them rebuilt older model muscle vehicles, what Alicia worked up? They [i]gotta[/i] be distinct for an All Points, yeah?"[/color] 

		Caesar was highly unamused. [color=orangered]"Yes. Like every precaution we took was pointless."[/color] His face was grave. 

	[color=b8860b]"EXACTLY. No bloody point in doin' a damn thing extra if it ain't doin' a sliver of 'elp, is it? Might as well let the staff go an' drop contract. I'm sick an' bloody tired of it all."[/color] 

		[color=orangered]"I am, too. The second the right people are dead, we're done. At this point, we're losing money hand over fist, our reputation is in the toilet, and doing a disservice to our client. You're the Associate Director. Handle this latest [i]mierda de toro[/i] above board, and get ready to cut our losses. Um, inform the cops, get a list... something."[/color] 

	[color=b8860b]"Yeah Boss. On that."[/color] Keystone prepped a short and decisive Email back to whomever was manning the system, in indeed anyone was at all, with instructions to file a police report and make sure that a full report got into his inbox ASAP. He wanted to know for himself which vehicles were missing.