Sunny remained silent for a few moments, then scowled.
"What do you mean, good luck? Aren't you going to be there to mediate the negotiations?"
Master Jet took a sip of her coffee, then shook her head.
"No. While the government often serves as a neutral party and the connective tissue between the Great Clans, this is not one of those cases. Besides… I simply can't. I am being transferred out of the city. This is my last day here, for a while."
He stared at her, dumbfounded.
Master Jet… was not going to be around anymore? Sunny suddenly felt a pang of discomfort. He had grown accustomed to her being present out there somewhere... not exactly close to him, but at the same time within reach.
Noticing the expression on his face, she sighed.
"Actually, that is the second thing I wanted to talk to you about. The bad news."
