Having asked HQ for some appropriate funds within reason. Saito gets himself a quick meal and a change of clothes matching as close as he can to his intended cover. Stockpiling all his equipment, armour and weapons. Saito double, then triple checks a mental list in his head. His paranoia slightly taking over. He begins to count again. Hand shaking, he stops himself. Panting he says to himself. "I...I. I have to get over this." Sitting down on the bed. "One failed op doesn't define who i am. I can do this!" Standing up, he exits the hotel with all his supplies and equipment in a duffel bag and proceeds to his car and drives down to the port town known as South Side. Leaving everything except his knife strapped to his left leg concealed and his pistol, Saito enters the bar and takes a look around. Finding his mark, Saito goes up to the counter and orders a beer. Takes a swig, and wanders over to the corner booth openly and friendly. Coming upon the table Saito asks. "I hear this bar has a large variety of foreign alcohol. You seem like a manager. Any chance you know of any excellent vintages?"