The factory floor at Hesh Industries roared with renewed purpose. The clang of hammers, the hum of engines, and the hiss of steam filled the air like an industrial symphony. Workers moved in coordinated chaos, tightening bolts, inspecting barrels, and preparing assembly lines to meet the sudden and immense demand for weapons.
Matthew Hesh stood on the elevated platform overlooking the floor. His hands rested on the railing as his sharp gaze scanned the production lines below. Gone were the celebratory cheers from a week ago—what had once been a toast to success had turned into a fight for survival, for the Republic itself.
Robert climbed the stairs two steps at a time, a clipboard in his hand and a furrow of concern etched across his face.
"Sir, we've got the first figures from procurement. The Army's initial order came through this morning."
Matthew turned to him, his expression serious. "How much do they need?"
