>> INCOMING ENCRYPTED MESSAGE
Knowledge is power-- we all know this-- though it's been interesting watching that power become so weaponized these last few hours.
As you know, even when the world seems to be coming to an end, we still don't have all the answers. In this short lived endeavor, I'm proud of what few answers that we've come up with. That you've come up with. Whatever happens now, I'm afraid, is nothing even the deepest of our research efforts can predict. I've seen a lot, but I've also been wrong a lot.
If there's anything left for me to say, it's good luck-- and thank you.
-- j
Should any of the agency's operators revisit the Sector Three mansion, they'd find it pillaged, the foyer and landings already stripped of any of their valuables. Personal affects, however, have been preserved in Joshua's private quarters on the uppermost level. If they're curious enough, the lock previously securing his living space away from the general public has been refitted for all of the organization members' keys, its door opening to neat boxes alphabetically organized by the names labelled onto them.
And inside each of the boxes, alongside all of the files and cases any agent might have been working on, is a single golden coin, a single trinket of appreciation from when times were different in this city, from before he had to say goodbye.
