Milo was wary. He didn't like that this guy he was meeting had his dossier. That gave him the advantage. He knew, more or less, about Milo, and Milo knew nothing about him. He'd attempted to do some quick online research, but he'd come up bone dry.
He was essentially going in blind. He'd announced he was going to be packing, and he carried two guns on his hip, both outfitted with silencers. He didn't exactly advertise they were there, but anyone who looked close would be able to tell, if they knew what they were looking for.
He nodded at a few patrons of the bar, as he made his way over. "Pietro," he said, in greeting. An assumption this was the man he was looking for.