Hakuba stepped off of the curb and into the street, barely acknowledging the bus as it sped past him, leaving his long coat to flutter in its wake behind him. He gave a cursory glance to the left, then right, then continued through the traffic without so much as a flinch. His gaze was trained on one thing from that point; the brown paper package in the exact center of the six lane road. Rush hour. The blaring horns and screeching tires did little to deter him from continuing his pursuit. Indeed, if this was a test of his bravery, determination, or stupidity, he would pass with flying colors. He would not show fear, not for this Moriarty or any other to come.

The stern and reserved expression did not betray his wildly beating heart or sweaty palms as he bent to retrieve the package, though he paled somewhat at its weight. It could contain anything. But he did not have time to examine it now, turning to make his way through skidding cars to the other side of the busy street.