Jason and Jiir stood looking over the plans on the table. "So, you're sure this thing should work?" Jiir asked.

"For the last time, yes!" Jason snapped at his alien friend. "I sto-made the plans myself... Based... On Steel's suit. This thing, combined with your alien physiology and magic powers should turn you into a demon-stomping machine." He looked down at the plans a little more closely, his trained eyes quickly scanning for imperfections in the blueprints for the war-suit. At that moment, he felt something warm around him, he looked down to see a pair of arms, then craned his neck around to see Jiir hugging him. "Jiir... I like you, but I am NOT one for showing affection."

"Sorry." Jiir said, not stopping. "I am still so lucky to have a friend like you." Jason frowned. Tamaranians were known for their lack of knowledge of "Personal Space" as well as their culture not seeing extreme displays of intimacy as a social faux-pas. He didn't have the heart to shove the kid off, but he was getting agitated, nonetheless. This just made Jiir hug him just a little tighter.

"Stop..." he said, Jiir slowly retracted his arms. "You need to learn about personal space." He looked at Jiir pull the hood a little higher over his head. "Look, I am here to help, we WILL get your dad out of Tartarus, but you can't change my mind about letting people get all... Touchy-feely around me. It just freaks me out." Jiir looked at him and smiled a little. Jason then walked over to the shops counter and looked around. "Now, where's the Miraclo?" he asked, his payment for the blueprints. Jiir walked to a door in the back and beckoned Jason to follow. He did so, finding a large cauldron full of the golden liquid. "Holy sh-" Jiir frowned at him.

"No swearing." Jiir said. Jason smiled at him.

"But... That's-"

"Enough to fuel the entire US army to fuel a full scale world domination." he said sullenly. Jason looked down.

"Dammit..." he sighed. "As much as it pains me to say this, can you destroy whatever I can't carry with me? We can't let CADMUS get their hands on this.

"You sure CADMUS exist?" Jiir asked. "I mean, I read online that they are just today's Illuminati or The Men In Black. Something for the tin-foil hat community to obsess over."

"No, because the Men In Black don't exist. CADMUS do... They will stop at nothing to get my formula and they will use it to destroy this world in the name of "Peace and Security" Only I can control the monster I made... My brain is the only one developed enough not to be reduced to a snarling monstrosity by it." Jiir snapped his fingers and a few vials flew from the shelf, filled with the Miraclo and flew into Jason's satchel. "Alright, I will get some materials and return another time, then we can get to work on your suit. Jiir's eyes welled up a little. "Look, don't start crying, i'm not good with emotions." he grunted.

"I'm sorry." he sniffed. "I... I... It's just that it's all coming together." Jason looked at him and frowned.

"Alright, I have to go meet the others." he then grabbed his coat and bag and went to the front door. "I will return again, later." he said. He then headed off downtown to meet with the others.