"Well...shit." Lucien grumbled as Rauly crumpled to the ground.  If he just left him there, would someone else come along to help?  Not likely, they'd probably just pick his pocket and leave him for dead.  Resigned to his responsibility, Lucien hoisted the man over his shoulder and began the trek back to his shed, trying to remember what med supplies he had.  It'd be a long time since he'd actually been injured, Bahamut's scales were tough to cut through, even if they didn't do much for blunt force trauma.  Upon passing through the break in the cement barrier between Sectors 5 and 6, a rhythmic beeping sounded from Rauly's pocket.  The sound was coming from his phone, Lucien discovered after a quick check, which he hesitated to answer for a moment before flipping it open.<br/><br/>"...Hello?"<br/><br/>"Informant's been identified.  Don Corneo, Wall Market in Sector 6.  Find out what he knows." A curt masculine voice said from the other end before immediately hanging up.  Informant?  Don Corneo was an informant?  For who?  Just who was this random thug who liked to kick around scrap metal?  Maybe not so random, after all.  After stowing the phone in a pouch of his vest for safekeeping, Lucien continued on.<br/><br/>"You are one lucky asshole." he said as he knelt down next to the unconscious man with a roll of gauze and some sutures before using the cleanest rag he could find to wash the wound, "This is the last of my medical supplies, so you'd better be grateful.  If you don't die in your sleep, that is..."