Zhang remained calm as the Enclave arrived in all of its loudness, "Capitalists...", he growled as he took one last sip of his drink as the suddenly appeared next to Jack, extending a hand to him as he drew his Chinese pistol, "Let me do it. I can get the bomb up there without them knowing I'm even there."

He wasn't sure how much the vault dweller trusted him (or how much he trusted him for that matter), but there were the common people in need of help, and being a proud member of the party meant that it was his duty to help them and shelter them from the evils of the oppressors. Zhang had spent almost his entire life for these kinds of events, Chinese Special Operations manuals cover a great deal of topics and whatever it didn't cover, Zhang could rely on trust-worthy party-issued comics to fill the rare hole. He already mapped out a route to get somewhat close to the verti-bird with his stealth suit on stand-by, turning once more to the man who brought the Enclave here, he extended his hand once more, this time with more of a threatening force behind it, "Bomb. Give it. Now."