"That course will take us out of the Belt, Mr.
Zimbardo. Is that what you want?"
"That's what I want. It's time to move away from here. If anything out
of the ordinary happens, let me know immediately. Find me by using my
personal code on the communicator-no general announcement. Keep watch
especially for any spacecraft-especially any spacecraft!"
"Yes sir!" Gene took his place and the others returned to their duties.
Once he saw that the crew members were well settled, he picked up the
intercom and ordered his leaders to assemble in a meeting room in five
minutes. From the few dozen pirates left, he had hand-selected five
competent leaders to be his lieutenants: Gebbeth, Crass, Lather,
Bolcher, and Slant.
In less than that time, Lurton Zimbardo was sitting at a table with the
five other men. All but Zimbardo looked haggard. The pirates were
demoralized and upset. Victory on Mars and beyond had been within their
grasp, but it had all been blundered away. A band of several hundred
men who had planned and worked for several years had been reduced to a
few dozen. Their dreams of power and prominence, shaped and fueled by
their captain Troy Putnam, had been utterly destroyed. Now Putnam was
in custody on Mars, along with the rest of the pirates who had been
captured by Earth's forces.
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