Saito’s journey began from the clandestine, off-shore UAV carrier, to an unassuming jetty along Tokyo Bay, before hitching ride into the city proper in a company armored car, blindfolded of course. Unceremoniously dumped at the bus depot, he then had to navigate through Neo-Tokyo’s public transportation system, an anarchic mess of competing mass transit firms, locked in a constant turf war over bus routes, air-cab unions and mag-lev rails. Saito ended up sitting through four trains and several bus rides, half of which turned out to no longer stop at his expected destinations due to corporate warfare re-arranging the transit routes mid-journey. By the time he reached Kabukicho, 11 hours had passed since Saito’s shootout at Kasshin Towers (which were , incidentally,a mere 3 blocks away from the bar) 

All things considered, Saito was genuinely glad that his commute had gone so smoothly. 

Stopping by a vending machine, the weary Ronin tapped his e-wallet on its reader before ordering a trio of large pizzas. Several moments later, the machine dispensed his piping hot order, before thanking him in a recycled electronic voice. Saito cradled them under his shoulder, keeping one arm free while he walked past the front entrance of Tommy’s. A casual glance about revealed nothing suspicious, so he continued his way to its back alley entrance. He gave the distinctive motorcycle parked in the alleyway a wide berth. Saito had bad luck with zap-happy machines. 

Saito gave three knocks on the door before boisterously entering. 

[color=00aeef]“Pizza boy here! Got an order of extra-large [i]SAUSAGE[/i] lover right here! Or does someone need help cleaning out their [i]PLUMBLING[/i]? Maybe I could interest you with my selection of [i]LARGE[/i]. [u][i]BIT[/i][/u]. [u][i][b]DRILLS[/b][/i][/u]?”[/color]