[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] Grimm Indiana (Outskirts) [b][color=ff4500]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center] As odd as it may have sounded in hindsight, the two men in the somewhat out-of-place SUV came to this place for the purpose of locating and tracking down a person presumed to be dead, while simultaneously hoping to stumble upon some ancient artifact (or two, if lucky) for which the Big Bad of their era was also searching. Naturally, there was jack and shit for a lead, except that the man for whom they were searching came from this town. So far as the dice were concerned, whatever lead fell in their lap would have to suffice. One thing at a time, until something solid came up. Along the way into town proper, Caesar unexpectedly jerked his head to the side, apparently seeing something of extreme interest by the side of the road. Between that and the (probably) unnecessary jerking of the vehicle's steering wheel in the direction the older man was staring, Keystone was jolted out of whatever mind-blanking thought and/or meditative practice he was currently ensconced, up to and including considering the benefits of nodding off for a moment or two. [color=b8860b]"Fongin' 'ell you doing, y'old bast- um, Boss?"[/color] Ignoring the dangerous skirting into disrespect, Caesar answered with a guttural growl of, [color=ff4500]"Phone booth,"[/color] and pulled into the adjacent parking lot. He jumped out of the SUV and jogged with determination over to the booth in question. Keystone felt a little confused. He brought the window down a bit, giving thought to yelling after his boss (and grandfather to his baby son) from his seat. In the end, he decided to give him the respect of his sarcasm from a standing position. He huge man opened the door and set his feet on the ground, [i]only then[/i] addressing his employer with the jab of, [color=b8860b]"Huh? 'Phone booth'? Tryin' for a place to put on y'bloody superhero costume, are ya?"[/color] The extension of Caesar's middle finger without actually looking back at the man was answer enough. Maybe it was possible that, living his formative years in a major metropolitan area and being decades younger than the grizzled Mexican, Keystone didn't get the concept of the phone booth. Not the booth itself, but what lay inside of it; traditionally there was a paper and ink phone directory listing the names of all people with telephone numbers [i]and their addresses[/i]. Keystone spent a lot of time in Central Asia as well, where, like this town, technology didn't always keep up with the rest of the world. There might have been an opportunity for him to put two and two together for the phone book idea, but that moment passed when he saw the older man lay his hands on the now antiquated directory and crack it open. [color=b8860b]"Aaaaaah..."[/color] In a very average act of personal technological updating, Caesar input the data from the phonebook into his sat phone and sent the info to his associate's, then returned to the company vehicle. Keystone scanned the message, climbed back in, and looked to his employer. [color=b8860b]"Tinder place? Might as well. Got any questions for the fam' lined up?"[/color] [color=ff4500]"I'll make them up when I get there."[/color] And why not? Out of the two of them, he was the investigator. As the SUV pulled back onto the road, Caesar set to locating a means to find the address from the directory he just left, which mostly meant having Keystone do it while he drove. Before bothering with small matters like setting up a staging point and reestablishing proper communications with the home office, let alone informing local law enforcement of their presence in town, Caesar jumped right into his investigation of a man who he now believed to be alive, that he wanted to see dead anyway, and in the most painful, humiliating way possible. Next stop - Hopefully the childhood home of Marc Tinder.