Lexi considered the question as she sipped her drink. She had reached the bottle and rattled the ice impatiently, trying for one more drop. She frowned,<br/><br/>“That is a good question. The way you described it, those guys are just hanging out in the open, not even trying to hide their purposes. Whatever they are, the purposes, that is, those people don’t want strangers to come nosing around.<br/><br/>In your work as an arms dealer, have you ever come across markings like on the flag and the arm bands? We have a lot of gangs around here and particularly Asian gangs, could those flags be like gang colors? There are certain neighborhoods that will kill you for wearing red when their colors are blue.<br/><br/>If I’m any good at guessing, I would say that being an arms dealer is also illegal. Maybe you could call some business colleagues or whatever you call those you are in bed with, and see what they know about a shipment of something coming in through the Port at Seatttle.<br/><br/>Do you have an covert ways of spying on that facility or should you send someone, I’m guessing Neo, since he hasn’t been seen in the area, to scope our the building layout as well as look for our missing person. Maybe Neo and I could pass for lost tourists? That way we can get closer and you won’t be shot on sight.”<br/><br/>Lexi shook her head at the mental picture all of this was setting up in her brain.