"Finally! Someone managed to do a breakthrough!" Howard unlocked the door to the President's office and kicked it open, but not hard enough to incur damage… just to look cool. He then waved the folders in his hand. "I figured an upgrade for our comms so little shits won't be able to kill it again and again!"
Allan was busy typing and cross-referencing things with the spread files on his table. He only regarded the inventor with a glance before speaking, facing the screen again. "How fast will you be able to mass-produce them?"
Howard grabbed a chair, turned it around, and sat down. He placed the files on the table, covering some of those kept open. "A week, but I could give the elite squad theirs in two days. What are you working on?"
"Your funds."
