It was four'o'clock in the afternoon when Cavil stepped outside the hotel to breathe the October air and add a cherry to the top of his whole plan. It was something he had considered before - a private little joke he twisted in his mind as the days approached - but suddenly he knew he would follow through, the way his legs carried him automatically towards his goal. He found a nice homeless woman who was desperate enough to put on a show for a couple of twenties. The message he had her send to one Kyosuke Kiryu was intentionally poor quality, but the encryptions used to disguise its identity were perfect, and the few audible words should have made all the difference.

--iryu-- here-- now-- says he knows-- number-- name's Saitou-- not moving c-- --ight away--

When she was done providing the address (where they were right now, the fire would lick Kiryu up in thirty-minutes, and how does that feel? what essential part of yourself do you want to forget? how much will you burn first?), he had her send the completed message and thanked her by snapping her neck.