"Good luck"

Jonathan was simply too exhausted for the last seven days to care about anything else. He needed rest before once more facing the perils that lurked in the dark realm. 

With the spiritual coordinates of the angel removed, he didn't have to stay on edge, worried about The Resistance striking as he slept. Now, he could relish a peaceful sleep, even if it spanned over a dozen hours.

As Jonathan lay in the bedroom of the safe house, he could hear faint voices conversing next door. It was Diema and Bartak talking, along with the sounds of Crystal and Meteor, gathered together to discuss future company plans and recruitment plans. Clover didn't understand but chimed in from time to time.

"Scalpel says all the paperwork is sorted. Now, the focus is on the office space," said Bartak. "Downtown office rent prices are insane!"

"How insane is 'insane'? Can you give me a number?" Clover asked, unclear about the specifics.