Vox had done escort missions before. He'd guarded VIPs. He'd done a whole lot of things.

But still, he'd never had the pleasure of guarding someone this damn annoying. Business types were often finicky, but this one was clearly used to first class everything. Keeping a low profile was an alien concept to him. No matter how many times his usual bodyguard or Vox had explained that they had to travel on foot and act like common folk, he would not stop whining about it. And the more he talked about it, the more Vox agreed they should ride in style. At least that would mean less time spent with this overgrown brat. But still, they couldn't afford that. Intel suggested this man was targeted for kidnapping, and any would-be attackers would be targeting the usual luxury lines. They'd have to walk. All the way to the goddamn Land of Rice Fields.

It was gonna be a long trip.

[Leaving Kemuri]