Zack looks a Jacoda, â€œIâ€™m gonna be making several bombs.â€ He says with a huge grin. He places everything that he needed on the table. He was amused that Jacoda actually wanted to watch him make such a thing. â€œSure why not, maybe just by watching, you could pick up on it and make your own.â€ He says still with a huge grin on his face. There were all sorts of powders set one the table, ranging from pure white to a dull brown color and even an orangeish color one. He looks at Jacoda, â€œWhat ever you do, donâ€™t touch those, youâ€™ll either contaminate them or cross contaminate them and then I can use them.â€ He says. Jacoda could tell that he had been making bombs for a long while. â€œHmmâ€¦now something to make the fuse and something to put it in.â€ he says to himself out loud. He smirks, â€œAha!â€ he says as he picks up an old rag. â€œThis shall make the fuses.â€ He says as he places it on the table. â€œNow the container to put them in.â€ he mutters. He then gets up and goes to look for things to use. â€œAha!â€ he says and then comes back in with several cardboard cylinders. He then puts a funnel in one and begins to measure the exact amount needed for the bomb. Bomb making was very precise indeed.<br/><br/>Zack looks at him, â€œBomb creation and bomb defusing are very difficult.â€ He says. â€œAdd too much or add too little of something and you might come up with a dud or a highly unstable explosive. And the thing with bomb defusing is one wrong snip and boom! Youâ€™re blown to smithereens!â€ he says. It also sounded like he had done that a lot too. He smirks, â€œI can make them various sizes too, some as small as a bottle cap and some the size of suitcase.â€ He says wit an even wider smirk as he continues to measure out the exact amount of ingredients and place them into several small bowls. Once he was done measuring everything out. He began to dump them one by one, in certain order, into the cylinder. Making sure that he mixed them just exactly right. Once he was done mixing and adding the ingredients, he put a lid on it. It fit tight and snug. Then taking a pair of scissors, he put a hole in the top of it and stuffed a piece of the rag, which he had ripped off, into the hole. â€œThere, now for another one.â€ He says with a smirk as he repeated the process over.<br/><br/>Once he was done making the bombs, he placed them in a black knapsack, which already had bombs in it that he had made before. Just as he was closing the knapsack, there was knock on the door. Zack was curious; he never really got any visitors. He goes to the door and opens it. â€œWhat are you doing here?â€ he asks. â€œI was makinâ€™ sure you were still alive, you dumb ass.â€ A maleâ€™s voice says. Zack nods, â€œOf course I am, why would you think that?â€ he asks. â€œI dunnoâ€¦how about you blew yourself the hell up!â€ The male snaps. Zack shrugs, â€œIâ€™ve done it before, you know that Dagger.â€ He says. â€œYeah, yeah and youâ€™re an idiot for doinâ€™ so.â€ Dagger snaps. Zack only rolls his eyes. â€œDonâ€™t just stand there come in.â€ he says as he moves out of the way and Dagger comes in. Jacoda had just walked into the room. â€œJacoda, this is Dagger, Dagger this is Jacoda.â€ Zack says. Dagger just looks at Jacoda as if to say, youâ€™ve gotta be kidding me right?