Max Branch approached the bar. He had moved on foot the whole way there, a man of his size did not easily fit into a cab, and a bus was a very slow option there were too many stops, too much waiting. His Jetmatic Personal Transport Unit gave him another option to get to the location. Many of the buildings were ones with roofs of short height, he could easily jetpack from one to another, running along the tops as he avoided the bustling streets. It was what he had done much of the journey, the equipment had its usage outside of combat. 

The ronin moved through the alleyway as he avoided the front door of the bar. He felt he would have run into the same thing he had faced in the previous tavern, trouble from those that looked at him with amazement. Sure, Tommy's had a 'better' crowd, but he wasn't in the mood to deal with people. As he walked down the alley his eyes fell upon a motorcycle parked there, though he ignored it, recognizing at as a possession of another ronin he worked with.He disliked having to work with others, but it was a way to earn more credits, which was a way for him to further his goal of exacting revenge. That thought made him smile the same as it did when he first thought of it. 

Vengeance was a powerful thing, Max was unsure of what he was going to do after he killed those that scorned him, but it did not matter, only the act mattered to him. As he approached the back door he pushed it open, then carefully fit himself through the doorway. As he stepped into the safe house he removed his helmet, he looked upon all within the room with his natural eyes, giving each one a look of acknowledgement. Then the huge ronin moved towards one of the stools and sat himself in it. He was quite eager to see why they all had been called in.