Salva left the airport on foot, disarmed save for a messenger's-bag of papers, and his uniform 'sanitized' of any distinguishing markings. He more looked like someone outfitted almost holistically in mil-surplus rather than a soldier on-leave in a foreign country.

Many hours later he came across the Lantana G. Beach Hotel, with many expensively decked-out cars parked in front; a few had been looted of small items left unattended, little things that could have been 'misplaced'.

Inside, he was greeted by the stiff wind of an air-conditioner going full-blast in the lobby. Fetching a cool paper cup of water, he showed his identification and asked to check the registry to ensure they rung-up the correct room. Salva was then directed to sit and wait patiently for his client to come down and sit with him in the lobby; he briefly protested, but was informed this policy was for the privacy and safety of their clients.