"I think that the woman's suggestions are healthy for us to heed, don't you know that?" Rattus commented. "As much as we are not intending to assault the mansion or expect any opposition, we are not so sure about that either. Besides, Mister Morgan here have already specified the dangers of even approaching it. Therefore, isn't it safe to say that we are still risking our limbs by even visiting that place?"<br/><br/>"But we ain't gonna be der fo' long, man." Neo replied. "Nobody's gonna do operatah shit on dat crib, yo."<br/><br/>"Indeed, nobody will." Rattus took out his metal flask and drank from it. "I did not, in anyway, suggest that we will carry larger caliber weapons than what we have right now. In fact, I have already said that our concealed-carry will suffice. Besides, we should intend to retreat once the situation gets more awry or disadvantageous. Thus, you will know what to do."<br/><br/>"So ya' want me to call it off if shit goes sideways?" Neo nodded and said, "Fine, dat's cool, then. But what if we can't out run dose motherfuckah's, whatevah them thangs are?"<br/><br/>"Then in such a case, I implore you to use tactics." Rattus drank more from the flask. "Besides, we don't intend to attack, as you said, therefore we have negligible chances of encountering something hostile."<br/><br/>"Then fine, ya' faggot." Neo said, resigning to Rattus' explanation. "But dun blame if this shit goes fuckin' haywire. I just wanna feel the place befo' we get to planning."<br/><br/>"Is not that what you want for us too, Neo-san?" Yukina curiously asked.<br/><br/>"Yeah, but y'all act like we gonna Rambo up in this mo'fo', with all the plannin' and shit." Neo said. "But speaking of that, we should get there now. If night hits us all, we're all gonna get our shit 'recked."<br/><br/>"I agree with the suggestion." Rattus said, affirming Neo.