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He doesn’t particularly do much other than watch people and scout out for any valuables he might be keen for the taking.

By no means was it of course just any sort of party, Jhin often mingled with those higher in status and power, but the very same people were often the ones that had some tainted background. Their money was the only reason they weren’t in jail. Who would otherwise expect certain celebrities and company owners to be in on dirty work? Jhin had not been told much about his subject in this rendezvous, the connection having left it a surprise. All he had said to Jhin was something along the lines of the individual being highly valuable. Naturally this peaked Jhin’s curiousity and he had since intended to know more where he possibly could.  As he approached the club, he could hear the music relatively loud through the doors. He needed no special pass to walk in, however. His face was relatively known and often times he was feared or otherwise admired. Regardless, Jhin’s entry was to avoid trouble.  As Jhin’s mask lightened up a little on the inside to see through the odd lighting, he noted an individual sitting in the corner, in a small booth. He did not immediately go, however. He made a pit stop at the bar, deciding it would be in courtesy to get the individual a light drink. Whether he drank it or not was of no concern to Jhin. A glass was filled with an orange liquid topped with a slice of peach and seemed to produce a luminescence under the half black lighting of the club. It did look interesting, Jhin would admit as much.  He sauntered over, as though knowing the individual. In public faces of course Jhin did all he could afford in order to not raise any concerns or suspicions. It was not that he was particularly worried, but if he could avoid trouble he’d prefer to do that quietly. He did not enjoy time being wasted. ❝ I̗̩ a͈̖m gu̩es̩si̹͚ng̮̹̣ ̼̪͈yo͔͇u ar͖̹e̫̠ ̜̗t͈̤he̤͕ ̘o̰͈ne t͇̰̘h̭̘e̫̞̹y̰̦ ̩̥s̩̼̜en̩t̩̱ me ͕̖t̥o m̲̣̩eet͈? ❞  He placed the glass down on the table, pushing it slowly in the direction of the man, but not enough to invade his personal space. He then helped himself to the chair across, and slowly sat down, making himself comfortable.  ❝  I̭ ̫͇̬hope̳ ̦̘͇y͍o͈͚u̙̦̬ di̜d̻͉n't͇̱͍ ͔̞̤ge̙̹̰t̟ ̝͇̜yo̟̭͉ur̥̯̗s̟e̙̪̝l̦̠f follo͈̗̥w͚̗e͚̪d̗̥ ̠̻on ̟̱̮the͔̫ way ̖͖h̘e̹re,̦̖ ̘t͚ͅha̦̺͚t ͓̯̝wou̺̞̜ldͅ ̝̻̬be m͎os͕͓t un̝̤͙fo̩̺͇rt͍u͙̫̼n̩͎̹a̮̤͙t̪̰ͅe̟̖.̥͇͙ ❞

In any case however, Jhin did intend to upgrade him just a little bit more than needed, primarily for efficiency and to prevent him from ending in a situation where his functionality would be compromised. After all, they were working on this together.  It did, however, lead Jhin to wonder how something so old was still roaming. He had taken a note of that to himself, and decided it would be best to converse in a much safer place. No doubt PROJECT would be sending their personal pretend detectives, as Jhin put it. He believed wholeheartedly he would have done by far a better job in law enforcement than what he had seen in his lifetime.  ❝ I̪̜t's͈̫͖ not͓ s͉̮afe to̰̗̲ t͈͈̦a̹̼̺lk̗͎̯ h̤̜e̻̼̖re, f̝ol̦l̝̬ͅow me t̟̟he͎n ͓̹ịf ̞y͉ou̻̝ w̥͉an̘͉t̺͙̖ ͕̙t͔̳o ͕̰bes̩̬̯t̝̩̥ ̞̝y̬o̤u̲̣r͓͍se̙͉̯ḽf.̼ ❞ Jhin murmured, turning his back on the machinery, taking a glance behind as a sort of unspoken confirmation, and began to pace slowly. Where Jhin needed to be was in by far a much more run down area than in the city itself. He needed to head towards his old hometown, in the very suburbs that was notorious for being a red light district.    It wasn’t just pleasure robots and clubs, there was a fairly large underground network of black markets and various mafias that worked solely in the shadows; Jhin was accustomed to it all since his wealth began to pour in. He was surprised initially at his findings, but he assumed such was the way the world worked now. Money is money, regardless of how you find it.  ❝  Pray te͙ll, w̙h̜ͅa̺̭t͉͓ ̣̣is yo͉̣u͔͇̘r n͈am̱̙e? ͎̭̥ W͎͎ha̙͚̖t is y̟̺͖our̗̪̞..̱.̮̲ ̯̱͕st̜o͍̮r̟̩y̹͇̩? ❞

Talking about his family is something Jhin strays away from, not in discomfort but rather in the belief that they had always meant nothing to him.

His eyes glanced towards the weapon it held. It wasn’t something Jhin was familiar with, and based on the mess the mechanical being made merely from the weapon alone suggested to Jhin that whatever it was, the weapon would have some value. Not particularly in sales, but in terms of catching prey. While Jhin could admit to himself that his rifle would work wonders, the only downfall was that the man particularly found it in his specialty to be able to take down targets from afar.  It was true that years before Jhin had engaged in close range combat, but things were different now. The weapon and its owner could prove to be of some use to Jhin, specifically in areas which he himself could not claim territory in. But nobody would ever do work for free, Jhin had come to learn this a long time ago.  Would it be interested in getting an upgrade? Was cash particularly important at this point? Perhaps not, not now at least.  When prompted with an inquiry, Jhin’s attention came back to what was before him. He took a couple of more seconds to think quickly, and then spoke. ❝  The̙̜se areas ́a͉͚̗re̩ ̭͘wḫ̣er̩͉e ͎͕me̶͈d҉d͈l̫e҉r̸̯̫s̹͜ͅ ̮̲͈c͔̹͕͠o̴me̴̪͕̣ ͖̙ͅa҉roun̮̼ͅd̬͍, a҉̺̝͓n̬͇͝d I̦'d ̺l̢i͟k̮e͢ ̝̬̗t̗͎͚̕o͕ ͓a͠void̘ ͡ţh̩em ̞͎wh͉̝̺͟er̭e͞ ̼̪I ca҉n.̧͇ ❞ Jhin gently swayed his foot along the puddles on the ground, in an attempt to dilute the blood as best as he could, though he was not worried in the least. He had had his run ins with law enforcement, but he was faster than they could catch him.  He put his hand in the pocket of his vest, and pulled out what seemed to be a sort of mechanical heart. It was fairly shiny, something new he had harvested from an unfortunate victim. Its sole purpose was to regenerate and revive a mechanical being should it accidentally short circuit or something of that nature. Jhin did not particularly need this at the moment, since he still retained a good amount of himself being human. He did wonder, however, if the creature would take an interest to it.  He held it out in his hand, not having moved just as of yet. He was keen, but not stupid.  ❝ P͚̱ͅer̠h͔̠a̩̫̘ps iṭ̩̣'ll̟̙ ̻̖̦s̥͉̻u͚it̝ ̮̼͉y̠̩o̤u̘͓̩r̥̼͈ n͈̻̩eed͚̩s̤̗̲ ̩̙̼b͙et͇̱̞ter͔͙̻, ̗̰b͓eͅ ͈it ̥̺͓mone̘̭̰y ̗or..͎̱.̰̯a̯n u͚pgr̰adͅe.͎͇ ̞̫What ar͚̹e ͚͍ỵ͙̗o̼u̻̳ͅ af̗̤̩ter͉, an̬yway̫̱̠s͕̳?̯ ̘̣Mạy̤͕b̟e̱̥ ̤̻I ̳͙c̫o̤͈̥ul͔̯d b̘̖e o͕f͎ ̦̼as̲̜s͕i͓̫̠s͉̯țḁn͈̬c̬e.͈̠ ͔̠I͔̹ ̤̫͇d̻on'̪t ne̮e͎͉d ̲mo͚̹n̜̤e̺y̗̭ fr̜̯om͈ you͉ tho̳u̗̳̲gh̥,̭͚̦ m̬͙̮e̝͚̼r̻̝e͕̞ly..͓͍.̠ ❞ he paused, smiling under his mask. ❝ Y̹̺̥our w̭̟e̜aͅpo̪̤n̟̞̠'ṣ aid.͓̝͙ ❞