[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar[/color] & [color=darkgoldenrod]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img][/img][hr][b][color=dimgray]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago (Grimaldi Books)
[b][color=ff4500]Skills:[/color][/b] General Observation
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] General Observation [hr][hr][/center]

	Keystone looked to Caesar as the trio of MSS agents approached the building. The larger man made sure to do as his employer requested and left his firearm back in the SUV; it was a smarter call than to engage in a private investigation where things could get heated, and in a state that didn't recognize his specific credentials to carry. Just until he was back in the vehicle and/or crossed the state line into Indiana. For the meantime, staying alert to his surroundings was paramount. A decent backfist wouldn't hurt matters either, if the occasion warranted it.

	He couldn't help but notice that the architecture looked fairly similar to the apartment buildings in Boston Heights back in Justice, California. Coincidence, probably. Styles of buildings in urban areas tended to follow one another, often across the continent, from one decade to another. Well, coincidence or not, it seemed that every angle was covered with security cameras. Were Keystone to invert his training and bend Security Procedures to more nefarious ends, he would be hard pressed to enact an approach the bookstore that was out of recorded view. He quietly cleared his throat to get Caesar's attention and discretely pointed the electronics setup to him. More obvious was the fairly recent work that had been done to the building, as if something was remodeled or rebuilt after some mishap had taken place. 

	Caesar gave his younger companion an equally discrete nod. If the cameras were new, it was obviously done in response to something distinct. The theft of that priceless book he had just learned about came to his mind first. Status of the building and its security points aside, Caesar was more interested in the woman who owned the business they were entering. She was on the phone and speaking, though to whom was anyone's guess. The more curious part was when she hung up the phone, yet continued speaking. From Caesar's vantage point at their approach, he could not see another person inside of the building with the proprietress, though the continued speech suggested otherwise. Or she was bitching about the outcome of her phone call, to herself. Caesar was going err on the side of additional company inside. 

	As they neared the doors, Keystone opened the door and stepped to one side to allow Caesar first entry to the bookstore. The older man arched his eyebrow at the action, but then understood his action. They had been fairly buddy-buddy for the most part, that is to say, semi-formal at best. At this point, they were in an unfamiliar city in the middle of what amounted to a full investigation, though of what precisely was still up for debate. Keystone was playing his role, hoping to show a professional, organized, united front. The briefest of pauses later, Caesar entered the shop with Keystone in tow, the mammoth Brit silent and keeping to his rear flank. 

	[color=ff4500]"Ms. Grimaldi?"[/color] he began in his low pitched, gravelly voice. To his credit, he did try to soften it considerably. [color=ff4500]"Ms. [i]Adelaide[/i] Grimaldi? I am Caesar Gonzalez, of Machete Security Solutions. We are investigating a series of murders on the west coast, including a Master Gunnery Sergeant David Lawson, among others. The trail is leading us to your hometown. May we speak?"[/color] It was more rigid and proper of tone than he was really comfortable, but attempting to intimidate felt inappropriate at the moment.