Chuuya wasn't squeamish about using the Port Mafia's official cars for missions, since his was, well, blown up, although he also had a motorcycle. It was just more convenient.

The two of you were returning from a mission and the trip didn't go as planned...

After driving a few more metres, the car finally stopped. Immediately followed by Chuuya's annoyed sigh.

"We're stuck in traffic."