[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 (Tinder's Place, exterior front)
[b][color=ff4500]Skills:[/color][/b] Seek The Guilty, Tracking 
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] General Observation, Security Procedures [hr][hr][/center]

	The skills picked up a solid lifetime ago, back when the elder Mexican was an upstanding (if horribly violent) member of the Mexican Federal Police, were still just as sharp and valid as they ever were. It was old hat, falling back into his manhunting skills even after time had passed with him being a businessman (also, if horribly violent). While little of a specific nature peeks out at him to begin with, in a moment or two Caesar notices marks on the front door. Whatever is and/or was going down here, it wasn't 100% with the owner's best interests in mind. Then who do these vehicles belong to? There lay the question. Cop car or not, something funny was going on. Not "haha" funny, but "some bitch gonna get stabbed" funny. To that end, Caesar palmed a blade and drew his pistol. Something wasn't right here. 

	Meanwhile, Keystone was getting two amazing pieces of information from the scene: [i]Jack[/i] and [i]Shit[/i], with Jack having left town without forwarding address. Wait, maybe not nothing - he did step on the business end of a garden rake, its tines carelessly left pointing UP for some unsuspecting dolt to plant a foot upon, rocketing the wooden deathhandle on a collision course with Keystone's nose and/or teeth. With nigh-telegraphed awesomeness, Keystone's intense physical conditioning halted the progress of the Shaft O' Doom, prompting a victory speech from the gargantuan Brit: [color=b8860b]"Ha! Me powerful pecs've rendered me bloody immune t'your fuckstickery there, Rake! You can [i]jolly fuckin' well[/i] bite it then, can't ya? Yeaaah!"[/color] 

	Briefly, Caesar gave consideration to turning his weapons on Keystone for being such a motard, out in public, while they were on a case. Obviously, stealth was not the big man's priority, as whatever advantage in that regard they may or may not have had was more than likely just obliterated, thanks to his epic victory against yard tools. This man was supposed to take care of his family? Better observation: This man put his genetics into his family's line? The thought was sobering. 

	Sobering suddenly turned to alarmed, on the older man's face. Not just [i]alarmed[/i], but he looked like he had just seen a ghost. As it turned out, that wasn't a very far assessment of the situation. Caesar sheathed his blade numbly and felt his gaze snap back to Keystone. [color=ff4500]"[i]GET IN THE CAR![/i]"[/color] he bellowed, stomping back to the SUV himself, pained shock painted across his face. He was looking absolutely pale. 

		[color=b8860b]"Ah, c'mon Boss, it ain't all that ba..."[/color] 

	[color=ff4500]"[i]No, we're out, pendejo! GET IN THE FUCKING CAR [b]NOW![/b][/i]"[/color]

		[color=b8860b]"Pullin' outta the lead? We just got 'ere!"[/color] 

	Caesar was ready to shoot the man. [color=ff4500]"[i]CAR. [i]NOW[/i].[/i]"[/color] He was already climbing into the driver's seat. By the time that Keystone was in and closing the door, Caesar was already halfway back out of the driveway. 

		[color=b8860b]"Y'mind tellin' me what's what, Caesar?"[/color] He remembered to use his first name this time. 

	[color=ff4500]"Look, I'm not asking you to believe me or understand, but one of two things just happened: I just heard M'hija and I need to go to the asylum, or I just heard M'hija, [i]and I need to go to the asylum[/i]. Okay?"[/color] The driving was still faster and he'd have liked, given the circumstances, but it was becoming less erratic as Caesar's calmer, yet somehow more murderous and deliberate impulses took over. [color=ff4500]"Navigate."[/color] The word was chilling, final. Keystone scrambled to locate a map or something useful to his endeavor, finally settling on the onboard GPS of their vehicle and map feature of his satphone. Navigate away.