[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=FF8F24][center]Lee Shen[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=FF8F24]Location:[/color][/b] Yue Outpost
[b][color=FF8F24]Interacting With: [/color][/b]Zavar & Jerem [@Exit][/center][hr][hr]

If there was one good thing about having been on the run for so long, it was that Lee had learned how to remain hidden from anyone hunting him. In a place so far from the city, where he could probably be spotted a mile away, Lee knew full well that blending in was just as important, if not more-so, than remaining completely hidden in the first place. That of course meant that he was downstairs in the Lady of the Lake, in the middle of a table of burlier, more brutish men, wolfing down plate after plate of bacon and eggs. Lee had also learned to treat every meal like his last, meaning seconds, thirds and even fourths were certainly not out of the question. 

Eventually, after perhaps a little more meat and eggs than would be considered a 'healthy' breakfast, Lee took note of the time, and sunk away from the table, up to his room. He'd hired it under a fake name of course, and paid using someone elses' money, but he hadn't unpacked a thing since he arrived at the outpost. He knew not to get too attached to any one place, he'd be moving on sooner or later once the RSF came along, as he knew they would. It was both fortunate and unfortunate just how accustomed to the RSF and their movements Lee had become over the years, and how much they had grown to know about him.

Slipping his backpack over his shoulders, a shemagh around his neck and a pair of goggles over his eyes, he shifted the shemagh over his mouth and hopped up out of the window, making use of his trained agility to jump up, grabbing onto the ledge and hauling himself up onto the roof of the building, where he'd stowed away his binoculars. The goggles and mask were somewhat unnecessary, the sand wasn't blowing too much just yet, but they still weren't too out of place, and they hid his identity, at least somewhat, something for which Lee was fairly grateful.

In the distance, he spotted the telltale dust trail of a vehicle approaching the outpost. This wasn't too out of the ordinary, bounty hunters, scavengers or refugees came to the outpost every now and then, but they followed the same paths that the RSF would, and so it had been more or less Lee's morning routine since he arrived only a few days prior to check each morning for new arrivals, eventually, he'd know when it was time to move on. Peering through his binoculars, he focused on the vehicle as well as he could. The dust made it difficult to see, but the vehicles in question stood out, especially to Lee, who'd seen their type a few too many times for comfort. He didn't need to wait or watch any longer to know it was time to go.

Rolling his backpack off his shoulders, he tucked his binoculars away inside it before putting it back on, hurrying across the roof to the corner, sliding down the light-pole to the side of it until he hit the ground. Moving around the corner of the building, he peered back toward where he'd spotted the vehicles, the dust was dying down now, so he presumed they had stopped by now. He would have preferred to wait around for the outpost to be busier, blending in was easier then, but now that he'd spotted the officers, he knew waiting around was a very, very bad idea, it was time to go.

He peered around the outpost, and before long, set his eyes upon a bus. It looked like it was more or less ready to go, and better yet, equipped to go through the desert sandstorms, something he hoped the RSF's vehicles wouldn't be too able to do. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he began to move toward the bus, strolling as opposed to running, he knew not to act suspicious at all as he made his way over. Getting to the bus, he moved around toward the door when he laid eyes upon the two men there. He'd partially hoped the truck was left alone, stealing it would have been much easier. [b][color=FF8F24]"Hey, uh, you guys taking passengers?"[/color][/b] Surely this wouldn't go wrong.