He simply shot Elizabeth a grin, before shouting more orders, though still behind the pile of steel. He had no interest in getting shot by a mistargetting weapon system. Clearly, he needed to micromanage them more.<br/><br/>Once he finished with the blue prints, he looked over minions, noted the ones that seemed to be slacking, and started ordering them to make blueprints of the Altus, both the current version and the one they would start from scratch to make, jumping from the current version to version 9, bypassing several other changes. He then got them to work cutting the metal to prepare the cockpit, before putting another minion managing the orders from the website. Several minions were attached under that minion, making the devices, which he would quality control check, before shipping them out.<br/><br/>He finally crashed several hours later, having set up most of the minions into teams, working on either long term project or several short term ones, which would at least keep them out of trouble for a couple weeks. He hoped. More likely, it would be only several days, but he would have more work to do by then. He sighed, and got to work on scribbling notes, getting as many 'safe' projects down on paper so he could start the minions on them once the current jobs were done. He had seventy mil coming in, he could afford to start spreading out a bit. Maybe even use that dimensional swapper device he had in the weapon locker. The luck dice, however, was going to stay in its case, or maybe just get hurled into the sun.