<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 15px">A spy inside ShinRa?  Lucien's memory traveled back to a discarded newspaper he'd picked up, a story about a terrorist group with a name that sounded like a junior league soccer team blowing up a reactor in Sector 4.  Who else would have need to infiltrate ShinRa's headquarters.  He probably should have been disturbed by the thought of helping a terrorist, but anyone who was willing to hurt ShinRa, however insignificantly, was fine by him.  However, the way he was looking at him was unsettling to say the least.<br/>
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Lucien simply sat for a moment with a roasted rat carcass hanging out of his mouth, unsure what to make of that particular statement.  He held up three fingers and asked through his mouthful, "How many fingers do you see.  I'm worried you might have lasting brain damage."</span></span>