The office had been freezing, but the conversation left Nash's ears full of silence.
He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets as he stepped out of Hangar 47, leaving the metallic groans of the lower sectors behind. His head felt weirdly clear, probably because of that new [Sovereign's Ledger] passive sitting heavy in his mind.
Money wasn't a problem anymore. Not even close. Between the huge contract he'd just signed and Blacklist's insane winning streak bonuses, his account balance had skyrocketed past anything he'd ever dreamed of. 5,640,000 credits. Just like that. He was rich now, properly rich, and it was time to make moves.
Down in the garage, he ignored his usual beat-up rental Sedan and grabbed the sleek black company car Victoria had okayed for him. But he didn't head for the fancy Spires district. Nah. He drove straight into the Underground, weaving through the mid-tier blocks until he hit the less-grim apartment complex where Lina and Sarra were staying.
