[color=lightblue]"So I guess that means Mr. Cho is mine,"[/color] Eric concluded as Evie volunteered to hit up Lil' Red, while Max and Saito paired up to go after the Yakuza boss. He didn't wait for the others to divulge more details regarding their leads- his in particular was on the far edge of town, and unlike the others, he didn't have a method of vehicular transportation- he'd have to fix that one of these days, because it was getting damn annoying. 

Quickly stepping out of Tommy's bar and grabbing a bus, Eric focused his efforts on reading up on Mr. Cho- he wouldn't put much, if any thought into the work of the others. While Eric had small concerns regarding Max's ability to hold his temper when confronted with the Yakuza, he didn't doubt the man could control himself while on work, and Saito, despite his sarcasm and jokish tendency, was reliable and could keep Max from losing his cool. Evie had history with Lil' Red- moreso than the rest of them did anyway, with her being their local-neighborhood snoop. Evie liked dealing with the hacking and tech side of the job anyway, so she'd have been a good choice for dealing with Red anyway. As far as Masahiro and the security team went, it'd be nice to know more about their security, but chances are, low level grunts did know much more than that they should shoot at things that aren't supposed to be there.

If anything, it was Mr. Cho who was the most foreign to them. Unlike the rest of the contacts- whom were all types of people they've dealt with before- hacker/snoops, drug dealers, and yakuza, Mr. Cho was a retired company man. Few 'Company men' managed to earn a retirement fund, granted Mr. Cho's retirement fund was obviously bolstered by some illicit dealings, but hey, everyone's was. But unlike the others, it was unknown how 'straight' Mr. Cho would be. Drug dealers were never straight, but they were cowardly and in general were easy to decipher because of that. Yakuza were harsh, but always honored their arrangements- it was part of the reason they were so big throughout Japan. Mr. Cho on the other hand, he was just a name under a company. 

After an hour and a half of long winding, and confusing bus hopping, Eric found himself at the edge of town at Mr. Cho's believed address- a run down motel at the edge of the Shinjuku district- at the border of the next stretch of urban sprawl.