[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] Observation, Seek The Guilty (Investigation) 
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] Observation, Security Procedures [hr][hr][/center]

	It could be said that Caesar had, in his previous life as a Commandant of the Mexican Federal Police, learned a thing or three about the soft opening necessary for a situation, which was most akin to a cold interview than anything else. A bread-and-butter conversation if there ever was one. The older man was a even hell of an investigator, once upon a time. Of course, the toxic environment which he was forced to adapt to had changed his overall tactic when dealing with cases. Corruption, just as massive and far reaching as anything in Justice, but nationwide. Yes, he was once a more than competent investigator, but somewhere along the line Caesar Hannibal Gonzalez started dispensing the burning letter of judgement with a machete. Now that he was a private citizen it could be argued that his mentality was now free to slip back to being the investigator he once was. Sadly, today was not that day. 

	The woman before him seemed more interested in asking her own questions, none of which applied to the subject of their appearance. Moreover, it galled him that his credentials were passed along to the nameless man hanging about the shop as if they were handing out business cards whilst trying to sell magazine subscriptions. No, he didn't feel much like an investigator just then. And he sure as hell didn't feel like [i]answering[/i] any questions just then, either. Caesar remained silent for a few long seconds, occasionally glancing back int he direction of the man poring over his identification. [color=ff4500]"Lo siento, Miss Grimaldi. I thought you didn't want to talk until your man back there tested my ID for counterfeiting. When he gets finished running his Google searches, I'm sure we'll all feel better talking to each other."[/color] He looked back at the man with his cards again, [color=ff4500]"Try putting in the serial numbers and looking for the phrase, 'Mobile High Threat Security & Inspection'. It's what we're credentialed as with the Regulatory Authority in this country."[/color] He stared back to Adelaide, [color=ff4500]"Or you can save us all some time and..."[/color] 

	The pitch and growl in his voice caught Keystone's attention and drew it away from his surroundings. This wasn't like the old man at all. Maybe it was displaced grief, or maybe jet lag. He had been on a plane many more hours than he had been on solid ground in the past couple of days, not to mention the obvious factor that he had just buried his daughter. Whatever the reason, he was not acting like the reserved, wise master of his domain. Point of fact, he looked like he might actually kill someone. Figuring that he had a better chance of surviving the man's wrath than the others in the room, Keystone interrupted. [color=b8860b]"Oh! Bloody friggin' sorry there, Miss. Couldn't 'elp but notice you're usin' the SWANN series Pro760 Security Camera system, yeah? Damned brilliant stuff, that. Got a angle wider than a goalie's arse, that'n does."[/color] 

	Keystone put a hand gently on Caesar's shoulder. The man had been through enough and right then was a bad, bad time to have a breakdown into mindless rage. Caesar seemed to understand that he was operating at an level equal to impaired, though possibly for once [i]not[/i] by alcohol, and fell silent while his junior associate spoke. [color=b8860b]"I'm all about the Amcrest Modular, m'self. Link to on-site secure wireless, yeah?"[/color] Ok, it probably wasn't helping them much at all, but talking the talk about the industry was a hell of a lot better than letting Caesar continue whatever it was they were doing. [color=b8860b]"Y'know miss? If'n you don't mind I'd take a coffee. If it's ready made, case as."[/color]