Neo laughed profusely when Lexi noticed the way he looked at her. "C'mon, I'm just fuckin' with ya." he said. "There ain't gonna be no decoy up in this motherfuckah. Dat's stupid shit righ' there. "<br/><br/>"And no, ya' dumbass. We don't need no bomb or any kind of diversion or bullshit like that. The mo' we try hard to divert 'em, the mo' it's gonna be obvious to 'em. They might be a bunch of asshats, but ya' can't unda'estimate asshattery in great numbers. This ain't no infiltration mission, this is just scoutin'. Ya' know what dat means?" He then blew more smoke, burning up more of the cigarette. "It means we gon' pick a spot where they're ain't gonna see our asses and watch 'em from over there. Then we go report it back to Ratt. That's scoutin', real talk, no gimmicks."<br/><br/>"And yeah," he continued more of his explanation. "Just ditch the shopping for that camo shit. We ain't a sniper team, and I ain't no sniper. I mean, that's gonna make a spectacle out of us when we walk in them streets, gurl. 'Gain, we shouldn't be tryin' hard to be Rambo commando 'cause we aren't and we don't need that. With the many motherfuckers passin' by and taking a look at their clubhouse, I don't think they're just gon' shoot each civvie they see lookin' at 'em. If they would, it would have already been done. Then shit hits the fan for 'em, 'cause he comes the United States Armed Forces on their ass."<br/><br/>The blonde man then exhaled more smoke. "'Bout the hair dyes, though. I have somethin' mo' effective than any piece-a-shit product you can see on them supermarket shelves and shoppin' TV. I have them in our hotel room. Wanna see them?"