"[color=ed1c24]Okay so let me get this straight. I go from being sent to a hot spot to being a body guard over the course of one night, forcing me to change flights last second because[/color]...?" Joshua said as he drove through the streets on a barrowed motorcycle, speaking into his helmet's Bluetooth.

"[color=a0410d]Two reasons. First off, the pay was better, believe it or not. And second, Mother worries about you[/color]." His sister Sakura said from the other side of the line. "Besides, you'll be guarding a girl around your age so..."

"[color=ed1c24]I swear, if you finish that sentence, you will regret it when I get home. Sides, I'm not staying here for long am I? A week or two at best[/color]?"

"[color=a0410d]It's indefinite. Could be that, could be several years. Who knows[/color]."

"... [color=ed1c24]Well shit[/color]." Joshua said before hanging up, not wanting to hear his sister pester him about the possibility of getting a girlfriend. Seriously, the chances of that happening with his occupation were very, very slim. He was likely going to die before he even reached 30, though it appeared his mother was trying her best to make sure that wasn't going to happen. Sighing, he turned a corner and continued his way until he arrived at the mansion his client lived that. After getting through the gate, he found a place to park his bike before getting off and placing his helmet on the handles. Tying his hair up, he entered the mansion and looked around, whistling at the sight. The people who owned this place must be loaded. No wonder the job paid well. Just as he went to examine a nearby painting, a servant arrived and took him to what looked like a study before telling him that a man named Raiden would be arriving shortly. Seeing as he would be doing some waiting, Joshua took a seat and took the opportunity to relax a little.

[@Amaya Yashia]