"I like the way you think," Lennon said, nodding and resisting the urge to try once again to tear the goggles from his face. So annoying. "Plausible deniability. So let's do this thing." He paused for a few seconds to ponder Felix's question. "Might be useful. My gun in one hand, walking stick in the other. Lennon Marx... fastest shot in the West. If only he could see worth a shit." He snickered.