[center][h1][color=steelblue]Jin Wei[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

Jin dropped his salute before Vyska had even finished saying stop, his eyebrows raising slightly in some sense of bemusement as Miss Moon thanked him for being willing to take them along with him. Willing wasn't exactly the word Jin would've used- voluntold would've been more fitting. She might not have been the president, but she [i]was[/i] a Moon. When it came to the Moon family, willingness wasn't a factor in what you were doing. There were very few ways Jin could lose his job- refusing the Moons' were one of those ways. He offered Vyska's bodyguard Jack, a considerably more casual nod as he reached out and clasped the man's hand, his eyes darting all over the man's face, as though he was analyzing something. 

[color=steelblue]"Sure hope that's not your favorite suit."[/color] Jin replied, [color=steelblue]"You'll never get the sand out of it."[/color]

[color=steelblue]"The helmets [i]are[/i] bulletproof,"[/color] Jin clarified, [color=steelblue]"But they're more for air filtering and protecting your eyes. I don't expect to be running into any trouble..."[/color] Jin's eyebrows furrowed a bit as he shot glances at the two ride-alongs. Not necessarily accusatory glances, but not far from it. A Ride-Along? Not likely. There was no way in hell anyone from the Moon family cared about the nitty gritty details of their Pipe Runners, surely not enough to get in a car with one. They could just send inspectors or managers or some other lower level executive more suited to the job. No, there was something else up- and he was just their glorified chauffer. The glances lasted for a moment before Jin remembered he wasn't wearing a helmet. Cursing himself Jin quickly tore his eyes away from them. Whatever was going on, he'd find out soon enough.

Falling silent, Jin took a half step back and crossed his arms as Sumire quickly interposed herself between Jin and Vyska. 

"You'll have to excuse him," Sumire laughed nervously, "You know Pipe Runners, they're not used to interacting with people from the city. A lottle rough around the edges, but I promise! Jin knows what he's doing." 

Before Jin could say anything, apologies or otherwise, their group grew by one. Jin didn't recognize the man, but he did recognize the name: Xuoshi. An electronics and drone company, their drones were pretty popular with Jin and his colleagues. Jin used to sport one of their surveillance models, deployable from his car, but a particularly nasty storm had knocked it out of its housing and was currently most likely buried somewhere in the desert. 

If Jin wasn't suspicious before, he was certainly suspicious now. What on earth could they be doing out in the desert that called for both a member of the Moon family and a representative of Xuoshi? A rather sour expression crossed Jin's face as he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and stuck it in his mouth.

[color=steelblue]"Lots of suits. Hope that's not your favorite either."[/color] Jin remarked.