"Woohoo!" He pumped a fist in the air. "I knew you were the guy to go to. Not like that chedderhead Don Chuumon." He dug around in his pocket and produced a slip of paper.

"The date and time of the delivery. They'll be coming into the city from the south. What you do with this info is none of my business yo." He slid the paper across the bar to Impmon.

"Gotta keep my hands clean for my partner." He explained. "Wouldn't do for a rising starlet to be seen consorting with less then desirable types."