Smoke.

Beer.

Sex.

Drugs.

That was what he smelled when he entered the room. After working for ANBU for six years, he was still not used to the scents that came with the job. Sighing, he looked down at his watch. Tardiness was not pleasing, especially when it came to making drops. If the buyer didn't arrive in a matter of minutes, he would leave, taking the drugs with him. With an annoyed groan, Sasuke leaned back in the red booth, calmly eyeing the other customers. Most were big shot Yakuza who came to let out some steam, others were the usual business men who were sick of their wives. He was glad he didn't have that headache to add ontop of what he was already dealing with.

After he had a drink, Sasuke looked back down at his watch. Thirty minutes late, where the hell was this asshole? Groaning, he brought his attention back to the silver suitcase that contained the drugs. What the hell was he supposed to do with this crap now? Might as well head back to HQ and drop the drugs back off. There was no way in hell he would get caught with five kilos of pure marijuana in the back seat of his Lamborghini.

His phone rung when he stood. "Moshi?" he answered.

"Konnichiwa teme."

Sasuke could feel his lower eye lid twitch.