::Blinks questioningly at Juan::
"Uhh.. ok."
Lens clears his throat loud and liquidly. He fixes everyone in turn with a slightly crazed stare, as if daring them to speak before him.
"Anyway. I got a couple of ideas I'm going to try. I think I can to make it so several of the businesses in Silver Terrace will end up going under. It's amazing what kind of havoc results from adding an extra one or zero to a local business's city tax requirement. And nothing adds to a general feeling of hopelessness like a lot of empty storefronts.
"Now, it seems that the City wants to move more cops in to put their boot on everybody's neck, which is pretty much all cops are good for. No offense, Issac."
Lens offers Issac an ingenuine smile.
"Well, this isn't just bad for us, this isn't good for anyone. However, the blood and will of any bureaucracy is money, and any reallocation like this will require requisition orders and whatnot... These things get lost, and cops don't get paid. Unpaid cops are angry cops. Angry cops are too busy grumbling to one another over their donuts to see what going on around them. And angry cops shoot people.
Having a bunch of blind, trigger-happy, cops wandering around with a grudge is a great way to drive up the crime rate and scare away business. This is good for us."
For a moment, Lens appears flustered, as if he didn't expect to talk so much. Then he frowns and appears to be silently mouthing the entire speech to himself again, and nodding as he checks himself for accuracy. Satisfied, he nods again to his listeners and settles back into his chair, obviously ready to hear others' thoughts.