[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=darkgoldenrod]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=ff4500]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	Twenty minutes before Chicago. Caesar hadn't been to Chicago in a while, but he remembered a little about the airport. Enough to navigate over to baggage claim and back out again, at any rate. Alicia was really the one who should have been on this assignment, the irony being that Caesar wouldn't have bothered coming to the Windy City except for the circumstances around her death. At least they would be on the ground soon and could get started, just as soon as they got their bearings. And got a suitable vehicle. 

	The message alert on the old man's phone was getting a workout today. Business, always business. That's what you got when you were a man toward the end of a career soaked in blood - that of your allies and loved ones as well as your enemies. Probably the closest thing to a friend he had anymore was the gigantic Cockney fellow in the plane with him, and he bareknuckle struck the man just that morning. Caesar shook his head and thumbed on his satellite phone, both curious and apprehensive about what fresh hell awaited him therein. 

	[color=ff4500]"Keystone."[/color] he said with a smile showing the barest sliver of ivory, [color=ff4500]"We have a local MSS liaison meeting us on the ground. I've sent you the employee file."[/color] Looking over the file for himself, he wasn't sure whether the big man would get along with her swimmingly or they would hate each other on sight. 

		[color=b8860b]"Yeah? Right then, on it..."[/color] muttered Keystone, pulling out his own device. The experienced East Ender was interested to find out that this was a young lady with a background not amazing dissimilar to his. MMA fighter, underground circuit, and in India no less. It made sense that they wouldn't have heard of one another during their travels, especially if she stayed on the subcontinent while he operated primarily in mainland China. He found it quite impressive. Then he got to her bio. [color=b8860b]"Claire [i]Bloody[/i] MacManus, Irish family from [i]Boston[/i]?"[/color] He said it as if something was wrong. [color=b8860b]"I'm knowin' that this's 'Murica an' all, but y'get some punch-jolly mick hearin' London Underclass colorin' my speech, problems might crop up. Get me?"[/color] 

	[color=ff4500]"[i]Los Ingleses[/i] won, right? What's the problem?"[/color] Caesar asked, leaving Keystone to wonder whether or not he was being sarcastic. 

		[color=b8860b]"Them stuffed-shirt bronzecocks what did that, and [i]generations back[/i], are the same sort o' powered wig Aristo[i]craps[/i] what liked puttin' the boot to my folk, too. Ain't a thing [i]my[/i] people had to do with it, on the specific. ...well, not as I'm aware, anyhow."[/color] Keystone shrugged. He knew that there was a touch of shame associated with the circumstances of his birth. Or to put it bluntly: Keystone was a bastard. Literally a bastard. Technically so was his own son, but that was a different matter. Part of his unknown bloodline could possibly involve the horrors visited upon his Celtic neighbors. But it wasn't as if he'd done anything to the Irish, a notably proud and occasionally pugilistic people. He had heard stories about the Irish who were forced to move to the Americas, raising their families to despise and attack the British on pure principle. 

	As it turned out, Caesar was aware of this, too. [color=ff4500]"Some points: The war is over. You are in Los Estados Unidos. You both work for a [i]Mexican[/i]. Be professional, or you won't have to worry about the pretty girl beating you up - I'll handle it myself."[/color] Switching topics, he continued, [color=ff4500]"Did you see the section on past employers?"[/color] 

		[color=b8860b]"Yeah, I got that. You think it's [i]that[/i] Miss Adkins? I got questions..."[/color] 

	Caesar was sure that he did. With a satisfied smile, he settled back into his seat and growled out a casual, [color=ff4500]"Just get ready for landing. As soon as we get to our vehicle, gear up. Standard protocol."[/color] 

		[color=b8860b]"Yeah, Boss."[/color]