Pico who as in the usual city of newsground counting his money he was able from getting from assassinating YET another person on these..god forbidden streets. With his machine gun in the other pocket he stopped and looked to a pizza place, feeling his stomach grumble already he let out a “tch” and walked in. When he walked in it was the usual..miserable and poor looking people trying to make their amends meet. Sitting down on the front counter dropping some dollar bills from his pay. “Supreme,” is all he asked for and sat down on the booth. Making sure he stayed on the low and covered his machine gun from the eyes of people so he wouldn’t cause panic, and then..heard some dollar bills being placed on the counter and then looked up and made another “tch” sound. “look kid I don’t do public jobs”