Hal had decided to wait in her office, and nodded when the two of them showed up.

"Here." he said, giving them a sheet of paper.

"What's this?" Illias asked.

"It's what's left of what Aedan was able to salvage from that records room." Sharp told them.

"I need that analyzed and the blanks filled in. It's the chemical recipe for creating those statues that have been murdering people." he explained.

"If we know how to create it, we'll know how to destroy it." he then reasoned.

Sharp just sighed.

"My resources run deep, but they are not limitless." he told them.

"Any and all of the members of the Unit are at your disposal, and if you need them, then that shall take priority over all else for them, NO questions asked." he went on.

"As for financial aide, take your usual budget, and increase it by 300%." he then said further.

"Beyond that, if you need to exceed that limit, then come to me with permission for the requisitions." he finished.

"Is that acceptable?" he asked.

"Nothing else." Sharp replied.

"Do whatever you need to, but I want results." he warned them.

"Do NOT disappoint me." he finished, before leaving them in the office.

".....wow..." Illias muttered.

"This is huge." he said, looking at the paper, and then looking at Kiah.

"...also... wait until the sun goes down?" he asked her confusedly.

"....." Illias was silent as she asked her question.

"I..." he stammered.

"I'm not sure." he admitted.

"But Sharp's counting on us." he said. "A lot of people are." he went on.

"I have faith we won't let them down." he told her.

"I know we'll find SOMETHING."

Illias got to his feet as well, and looked at the paper.

".....hm." he mumbled.

"Something seems... weird." he said.

"One of the corrupted areas has some weird notation vaguely showing... and it looks... familiar..." he muttered.

"Can't say how..." he admitted with a sigh.

"I'll have to focus on it."

The figure behind the newspaper was silent.

"I.D." he said.

Casey gave him her wallet, and it disappeared behind the paper for a moment... before being promptly returned, with everything still inside it, of course.

She then heard some 'ssst' sounds, before the paper was lowered, revealing it to be Jake.

"All right then." he said, his reptilian eyes almost piercing into her own eyes.

"You're in." he told her, pressing a button that opened the door.

"You need someone to take you to agent Sharp's office?" he asked.

The one that showed up was one that she was vaguely familiar with, if nothing else because he was the son of a necromancer that she really respected.

"Oh, hello, Casey." Zeke greeted her.

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

"Escort her to Sharp!" Jake called to him.

"...well, that answers THAT." Zeke muttered.

"Come on, then." he told Casey.

"Well, it's not like I advertise it or anything." Zeke replied as they walked through the hallways.

As they walked, they passed Azazel, who looked at Casey and waved.

"Oh, hello." he greeted her with a smile.

"Didn't think I'd see you here." he said.

"You two know each other?" Zeke asked.

"She sometimes calls on me when she does some really high-tier necromancy, and needs a demon to fend off any other demons that night try and hijack the summoning." Azazel responded with a laugh.

"Ah!" Azazel exclaimed lightly.

"Ah, yeah. Yeah, I did." he said, scratching the back of his head.

"Trust me, it was not pretty." he muttered.

"Eh?" Zeke asked.

"Succubi can get... REAL clingy, let's just say." Azazel responded. "And no, I'm not talking about Roxie, this was an ollllld flame that refused to just peter out." he told Zeke further.

"Thankfully, she'll leave me the hell alone now." he finished.

"Casey found a soul down in hell that was there for... doing... unspeakable things to women in life, and he's learning what it means to have a succubus become attached to you, and show you her affections with... well... let's say 'torture, even though that barely scratches the surface of it." he then explained.

Zeke looked back at Azazel as he walked off, before looking at Casey.

"...shouldn't be surprised you know each other." he chuckled.

They then arrived at Sharp's office, where she and Zeke parted ways, and she sat down in one of the chairs to await being called in. It didn't take long, only about a minute, before she was beckoned in by the receptionist.

"Ah, Mrs Fyrane." Sharp addressed her when she stepped inside. "Or Miss Kiczys, if you prefer." he then said.

"Please, come in and sit." he offered.

"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."