((Okay I guess I'll just set things in motion....))<br/><br/>Lucas sat in his chair in the mail room and sighed. He was behind one of those doors that could open on the top and bottom. The top half was open. and he leaned on a small counter mounted on the bottom half. He drummed his fingers on the counter and whistled a little tune to himself. His "office" which was really just the mail room, was in the basement, but everyday he had to venture forth into the rest of the building to deliver the mail. He blinked his yellow eyes which stood out brightly from his raccoon's mask then turned to sort more mail.