"To think our organization has such talent!"

Nights always passed quickly. As dawn broke, Jonathan involuntarily sighed, sitting in a newly obtained base. After weeks of torment, his circadian rhythm was wrecked beyond recovery.

Taking other people's ready-made safehouses was convenient, but just a few weren't enough. He needed supplies - medicines, weapons, mechanical repair tools. All had to be considered. Many in the Perpetual Night District did gray trades; most things could be bought with money, but that was too wasteful - better to establish a complete supply chain. 

And that raised another issue - maintaining the supply chain required manpower. Resources didn't appear from thin air; channels were needed for procurement and trade. 

The small groups Jonathan had eyed last night were involved in these gray market transactions in the Perpetual Night District. Some smuggled weapons, while others sold medical equipment at high prices. By controlling their leaders, he indirectly controlled these groups.