The whiskey tasted sour. He never much liked that, but hey, it got him where he needed to be. It eased the soreness at least, that slow throbbing that built up somewhere between hurt and broken. Twas a shame it never quieted that nagging at the back of his brain though. He'd learned how to ignore it by now, even if it did get loud at times. So why did he keep drinking? Was that really a question to ask as he lay slumped on the bar wondering if the stool could handle his moodswings? Ah well, the bartender didn't mind either way. That is until the door opened.

Smoke rolled in, literally, figuratively, the man was a vagrant of culture, and a devil of a man to cross. Nobody knew what he looked like under the hood and draped clothes. He had more in common with a store mannequin than an actual person. Supposedly he was a shapeshifter but the only shifting Harada had seen from him was his dancing around questions. Tremor lurched up from bartop to look at his whiley partner, trying to stare through that have empty hood that floated where a face should have been. He almost giggled at the thought of doing business with a puff of smoke, but that's what life was at the moment. He stifled a hiccup before speaking.

"What is it? Did the job go wrong?"

"Oh no, just a whole district of lower east Venezuela shaken up. You really don't know what subtly is do you?" sneered Smoke, having placed himself by Harada in the corner.

"Neither does the cartel." countered Harada, sucking his teeth at the snide remarks.

Smoke took something out of his jacket, placing it on the table as he spoke, "Neither does Interpol you drunk." He opened it, with a hazy appendage that looked like hand where his sleeve hung. Harada gave a inquisitive grunt. "S'that>"

"Money. Or at least if you look hard enough for it. People these days are calling it 'opportunity'. You game?"

Harada looked down over the edge of the glass hanging from his lips. New Haven's landmass looked skewed from the light-shift of the amber whiskey, but he still registered it. He'd heard rumors of the place, and now he'd get to check them out. 

Harada plopped down the glass with a CLINK. "I'm game."