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"It is him," said Roger. "I knew it. That good for nothing has found somebody to punch his meal ticket. He's not going to be very happy to see me." "So you know each other but you aren't friends. Then why is this going to do us any good?" asked Nancy. "He's not going to tell you anything." "I'm going to use him to get close to Lexicon Industries. I'll get him to talk about the good old days and help me out by giving me a job. Then I'll be working on this from the inside. I'll start by bumping into him at lunch or after work tomorrow night."
"That leaves me on the sidelines," protested Nancy. "Nancy we need you to hold down our home base. Roger and I will need to pass messages and information between us. You'll be the coordinator of the whole operation." "Oh, I see. Sort of like the secretary. Is that it?" "We don't even know what we're up against. Spike is right, Nancy. We need a man in the middle of us. That's you." "Well, I've got to tell you both, your ideas are sounding pretty lame to me. Roger you're going to become Lexicon's front gate guard and infiltrate the whole company from that outpost. Sure. Meanwhile, Spike you're going to phone up Lexicon and ask him if he's thinking about selling out. He'll probably just spill his guts on the spot. I mean why wouldn't he just tell every perfect stranger what was on his mind. Oh, they might be working for one of the competitors he's learned to hate over the last two years? Yeah, he's just going to pop open like a kid with his hand caught in a cookie jar. You guys are really good with the plans." "We're open to other ideas, Nancy. Roger and I are just trying to work with what we've got. Do you have a better approach?"
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