"Yes, I have a plan. You, Gebbeth, will
be my chief assistant and the pilot of the Tartarus, my personal ship.
I can depend on you. Space Command's celebration on Mars will be
extremely short-lived."
"You were always the strong one, Lurton," said another. "I kind of
always figured you for the real leader, and I always wished it was you
instead of Putnam."
"Now you got your wish, Bolcher. I've taken charge. I'm moving this
asteroid out of its orbit into a place outside the Belt. Here's my
plan."
Almost an hour later, the men left the meeting room, smiling, joking,
and stepping lightly. Their fatigue was gone, their discouragement
forgotten.
Lurton Zimbardo was the last to leave. Now that things were moving in
the direction he wanted, he allowed his fatigue to take over.
Encouraged by the support of his assistants, he felt he could rest at
last. He walked down the halls, past various doors and entered an
elevator. The display screen offered only the few floors in use by the
pirates but Zimbardo had another destination in mind. Alone in the
elevator, he punched in a special code which only he knew. When the
proper sequence was displayed, he pressed "Enter." As the elevator
began to move, the new leader of the pirates relaxed even further. The
others would not know where he was, and he would be undisturbed.
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