[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] Chicago Airport, Private Hangar 
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=ff4500]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	[color=ff4500]"Encantada de conocerte."[/color][sub]1[/sub] rasped out Caesar, giving Miss McManus a look over. It was fairly smart of the Chicago branch to send someone who spoke his native language fluently, though the fact that the liaison was female gave him the initial impulse to search her for branding. [color=ff4500]"English, please. El Señor Keystone no habla Español."[/color][sub]2[/sub] Caesar couldn't help but notice the way that she was eyeing the big Brit, much the same way that the elder Mexican was looking her over. Sizing him up, maybe? In a straight fistfight, he'd lean toward putting his money on Keystone, owing to his raw power and experience. But MSS didn't hire slouches for Special Projects, and from the look of her file, this was likely a Special Projects lady. She might just surprise him. 

	There was a grunt of affirmation from Caesar after condolences were expressed about his daughter. She said it, he heard it, he acknowledged afterward. That was really as far as he was willing to take the conversation. Much as it was good manners to extend some mention in a polite manner, Caesar just didn't want to deal with it. Instead, he took to looking into the back of the SUV. It was a granted that the individual regional offices of MSS would be aware of his preferences as it came to working tools, so it came as no surprise to see equipment remarkably like the stuff he ordinarily kept in his residence. As he geared fully back up, he looked to his partner in this little adventure and gruffly said, [color=ff4500]"Got the address?"[/color] 

	Keystone was also in the middle of gearing up, starting with a ballistic coat common within the company for discreet work. As the company did not commonly carry his preferred brand of .50 hand cannon, he had to resort to a less commonly marketed variety. Not his favorite, but it would suffice. He wasn't really known for being a gunfighter, anyway, despite adequate proficiency. When Caesar spoke, the large man raised an eyebrow in his direction. He was going to have to speak sometime. May as well get it out of the way now. [color=b8860b]"Yeah, Boss."[/color] he responded, the London Underclass strong with him. [color=b8860b]"Miss McManus, 'fore we move on to Grimm, there's a bookstore what needs a stopover."[/color] He gave over the address, continuing, [color=b8860b]"Curiosity o'course, but are you with us for the long end of it, or is this a ah, whacha call it... Courtesy Visit? To get us movin' in the proper direction, if you take my meanin'."[/color] 

	He was pleased to note that his baggage from the plane had arrived intact. It wasn't much, as neither of the two men had a lot of time to pack, but some of his personal goodies were tucked away inside. With a small smile, he slipped his custom knuckle dusters into their appropriate pockets. He liked those things, even if he rarely found appropriate use for them very often. Thinking on it, he returned to the previous bag that contained the protective gear and handed Caesar over a somewhat smaller ballistic long coat, like the one he was wearing. The older man accepted it quietly and slipped it on. 

	Caesar regarded a standard issue shotgun, debating the wisdom of carrying something so obvious in the streets of Chicago. [color=ff4500]"Remember, the weapon laws are different here."[/color] He was speaking to Keystone. [color=ff4500]"Leave the hardware in the car until we get across the state line. Close weapons only. Okay?"[/color] 

		[color=b8860b]"No worry, Boss. Hope we're uneventful."[/color] 

	[color=ff4500]"Me, too."[/color] Then back to Claire, [color=ff4500]"Gracias, Miss McManus."[/color] He moved his eyes over her half-healed facial contusions, remarking flatly, [color=ff4500]"We must keep you busy here. But no, I think we're good for now. I would rather we get started."[/color] 

		[color=b8860b]"One thing ma'am, if I might?"[/color] spoke up Keystone, suddenly the pragmatist of the pair, [color=b8860b]"Anything we ought know about Grimm as you're aware, a'fore we jump in the middle of it?"[/color] The query did not stop either man from entering the vehicle. 


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1	-	Nice to meet you.
2	-	Mr. Keystone does not speak Spanish.
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