Shino leaned against the car, waiting for his dad to finish questioning the man. He fiddled with unfamiliar black leather jacket that had been provided for him, his father's was brown. His father finally came back. He cursed the Hokage for sending them on an international mission.
"Father, why did she send us? Couldn't Naruto come to America?" He mock-whined.
Shibi just grinned and motioned for his son to get in the driver's side. He himself got in the passenger's side and lit up a cigarette.
Shino grimaced. "Why did you pick up that disgusting habit? It's not like smoking is allowed in the compound. How much father do we have to go?"
Shino got in the driver's seat and started the car. Shibi stuck his arm, elbow out the open window keeping the smoke outside, on the window and took a look at the map. He then folded it and put it back in the glove department, adjusted his glasses and checked his cigarettes.
"Dad?"
"Shino, it's 106 miles to Chicago. We have a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses." He pointed his finger forward. "Hit it."
Shino smacked his forehead on the steering wheel. That came directly from some movie, and every word was true.
Shibi looked at him. "What? I've always wanted to say that."
"Yeah, and the sad part is that it's all true…"
Shino groaned…he hates missions with his father.