[Funkduder]

"It is not, but it will have to do. If I myself appeal to the saint, I might be considered innocent. Unfortunately, I doubt that they'll be as kind to you since you seem to be one who meddles with the powers of Sheol." Micheal's mind was working fast now that they were out and about. Being out of the range of that reciprocity generator, he freely used his mind to communicate with the Aether satellite. On an international scope, nothing bad seemed to going on, meaning that the world powers shouldn't get too involved. However on a regional scope, it's an outrage that insults the Holiness of the Saints and the strength of Corinth. 'It's enough to provoke an attack from the outside' say some of the strategic experts.
Some guys who were with the Corinth underground also noted a good place for people who didn't want to be seen, a room behind a holy wine cellar under the ruins of an ancient temple of the false prophet. Although it wasn't the supernaturally safest place, the saints would have a hell of a time going there. After leading the old man there, he stopped and turned towards him. He talked to him while setting out his supplies and preparing some food from his regular rations.
"Who are you anyways, old man?" Michael knew of the old man's ability, and figured he could be a valuable ally in the new danger that was closing in.