Sweetedge Foundry.

*Sweets persona switches to alpha focusing on the task at hand working quickly. Then he stops, he pulls his journal from his dusters pocket flipping through the blueprints and sketech and makes a small note using the leather cord bookmark and then gets back to work.

*his voice is monotone, deeper and with little to no emotion*No time to talk, need to finish my work

Designation: Alpha, cold hearted, focus on the task and nothing else. *Sweets placs the powersuply into the computer.

*he looks at her his eyes cold but something behind the...warm.*Indeed he can, e just cannot speak now I need to get back to work.

*sweets finishes the computer going to andrew.

*Sweets enters the foundry walking along catwalks standing beside his son, the two standing at equal height, their gazes focused on the work below Sweets speaks calmly*Hows it coming along?
*Jackson straightens up*well, of what you ordered, fifty percent of the shotguns,assault rifles, and explosives are ready, twenty five percent finished on the suits, both cloth and metal. We have finished the ammo and .45ers. We reworked the masks to basic helmets, and we are packing up the medical supplies as we speak, the trucks and fule producers are ready and waiting. Artillery is yet to go into production. *the job portion finished he leans against the railing* So who the hell is this for dad? They must have urgent need to require a full town special.
*sweets chuckles removing his mask the two almost identical twins of each other* that person! is Zor! the real one! I will explain it all later! but for now! just get everything ready for delivery.