[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 (Outside of Grimaldi Books)
[b][color=ff4500]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	Damn, but Caesar hated coincidence. The [i]maybes[/i] of the situation kept piling up and none of them were to his liking. The woman who, according to Keystone, was present at the "Evening of Utter Skullfuckery" at Queensguard. At least the first part of the evening. And now she was going to be attending the funeral of a guy named Marc. It could very well be a coincidence that a highly suspicious person at a site of multiple murders under his company's watch would have a friend who died recently, this friend bearing the name of the person who had killed his daughter - who had also died recently. Supposedly. If the words on the hacked electronics were to be believed, then he most assuredly was [i]not[/i] dead. 

	Their trip into Grimm was supposed to be about building information about this man and locating him, if he was still alive. The "celestial dice" notwithstanding, as Caesar only had the mysterious words to prod him in their direction. Otherwise, they could do this from their living rooms with much less hassle than their sloppy misadventure so far. Didn't even need pants, really. But this sudden and nifty bombshell? If the man [i]was[/i] still alive, and they were part of the whole conspiracy, then he'd be an utter moron to pass up this opportunity to attend, or at least observe, the funeral. Hell, he might even catch a glimpse of the guy. This trip could be over quicker than he expected. Caesar looked down to the scrap of paper with Mali's number on it. It was something to start with, he supposed. 

	Their living family took precedence, however. Keystone looked to Claire responding for Caesar as he appeared lost in thought. Oddly quiet, murderous thought. [color=b8860b]"Right then. Sounds like a bloody plan, yeah?"[/color] No immediate response from the old man prompted a second, [color=b8860b]"Yeah?"[/color], which finally caught his attention. Something definitely seemed to be on his mind. He tried switching topic, if just for a moment, to flip the conversation from a monologue to at least a dialogue. [color=b8860b]"Your friend there, she's [i]Got Milk[/i], doesn't she then?"[/color] 

	It worked. [color=ff4500]"Yes. Yes she does."[/color] he said flatly. But he did continue, [color=ff4500]"They are going to the funeral of a man named [i]Marc[/i] when they are done here. Yes, Claire. Please get me to the church. Also, please make sure that Associate Director Keystone has a vehicle and surveillance equipment on standby. If at all possible, I would like eyes on that funeral. Handle your family business."[/color] This was a bit to flip out the game plan at the last second, but it seemed that they had been doing that a LOT lately. What was one more log on the blaze at that point? So long as he cold get word back to vacate his family from ground zero of a nigh biblical shitstorm while simultaneously coordinating the followup of a lead that just fell in their laps, he and Keystone could attempt a little juggling. 

	[color=b8860b]"Well afters you then, Miss."[/color] suggested Keystone. It was time that started doing something worthwhile.