"Attention passengers, we will be landing shortly. please return your trays to the standard upright position. Thank you for flying Delta!"

Wellrod's eyes snapped open. He quickly looked at his knockoff NYC watch he bought before he got on the flight. "Approximately 0600. When I get off this plane, I better call Broker." He thought to himself as he stood up and shuffled amongst the crowd into the narrow isle. Wellrod glanced out the window and caught his first glimpse of the Japanese countryside. "Odd, I thought Japan was just a steel-and-concrete cesspit." He said under his breath as he left the plane. 

Stepping into the terminal, Wellrod grabbed his backpack off the conveyor belt and withdrew his phone from his left pocket. He quickly scanned his eyes across the menu until he found his friend's number and hit enter. 

"WR, are you there?" said the familiar voice from the other side of the world.  "Of course I'm here, they wouldn't suspect me" he said as he hailed a taxi from the busy street. "Listen, you have my shipment ready? Cleaned and everything?" He said in a hushed tone as he handed a little slip of paper to the middle-aged man behind the wheel.  

"Indeed, I do. I assume you are really loving this job?" Said Broker as he took a sip of his coffee. 

"Yes. I'm buzzing, you could say." Wellrod said with a chuckle as he looked at the buildings of the outskirts of Okinawa. "Tell me, are you excited for what will happen today? He asked slyly as he as he hailed the driver to pull over at his stop. He quickly handed a small amount of Yen at the driver and got out, keeping Broker on the line. 

"Did a Jewish boy cry during the Holocaust?" said Broker as he let out a hearty laugh. Wellrod let out a strangled chuckle. 

"Well friend, you seem to have trouble remembering that you, my friend, are of Jewish descent as well." Joked WR as he looked out the window.

"Aw, fuck you. You always have to ruin all the fun." Broker spat out. "Listen, just tell me when I should start breaking out the Jack Daniels and celebrating, okay?" He said with a click of his tongue" 

"Alright. Stay sober, Broker." WR said as he hung up. 

He unloaded his bag, checked his phone, and walked into the well-lit lobby of the hotel. There were fountains of cherubs in the center and all sorts of advertisments in Japanese littered about. He finished admiring the scenery and approached the front desk, to which there was a young woman sitting behind. 

"Yokoso! Go yoyaku wa nasatte masu ka?" ("Welcome! Do you have a reservation?") Said the young woman behind the desk. 

"Tashika ni oshiete kudasai kyakushitsu wa 503, shite kusadai." ("Indeed I do. Room 503, please.") WR said in a slightly choppy tone. 

"Wo o tanoshimi kudasai taizai, sa!" ("Enjoy your stay, sir!") The woman said as she handed him a small brass key. 

Wellrod nodded his head and climbed the stairs to his room. "Damn, why did Broker have to put my room up ten flights of goddamn stairs?" he said to himself as he struggled up the long and boring climb.