On the ride back, Lexi wore a stocking cap to cover her unique color of hair. Neo looked like any other normal person so he didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. They just rode the public transportation back to the Sound for more incognito strategies. No one would look at them at all if Neo didn’t smoke like a chimney. They left the bus downtown and walked past the retails shops, making their way on foot like tourists.<br/><br/>“ The compound where the heavily armed men were stationed was close by the Coast Guard’s abandoned lighthouse. They don’t use that one any more,” Lexi explained, “because technology has made it obsolete. Its not too far from West Point lighthouse, which they do still use. I read about this place when I was goofing around on Google. It still has red and white flashing lights but no one is on site.  The tower, provided you can break in, would give us a good vantage point. You can break into stuff, can’t you? The only people you might see there are lovers, because sometimes people go there for a good private place for an outdoor shag. ”<br/><br/>They passed by an Army surplus store and she asked Neo,<br/><br/>“Are you sure your binoculars are good enough to see clearly the distance we have to see? We could stop in here and get a couple of telescopes.”<br/><br/>She waited to hear what he had to say, because up til now, no matter what she said or did, he had a better idea  and the most maddening thing about it was that they were really better ideas.