Leon sat in the building, staring at his necklace. He brought a paw to the bridge of his muzzle; He didn't know what to do. He definitely didn't want to go on another Op. even though that weird kid was probably some sort of bad high, he felt that he should listen to him, for some odd reason. Now, where to vacation to? He wanted to do something beach-y...Hawaii? No, to expensive. Florida? 'Yes...' He thought 'yes, that's good.' He had some relatives down there, anyways. So, Miami it is! He and his squad would have to stash their weapons... He could probably bribe his way into Cuba. He would make a pit stop there on his way to Florida.
When his little thought train had reached it's destination, he stood, and said (loudly so that his men could hear it) "Alright boys! We're going to Florida! Beaches and b*tches for everybody!" This resulted in a resounding whoop and a round of applause from his men as he stood there, smiling.