We've been moving slowly out of the Asteroid Belt for almost three
days."
His laser pointer made a few small red circles on a chart in the
library. "This is where we were, and this is where we're going to be."
The chart was nearly a full wall of smooth quartz, illumined from the
inside and showing the nearby configuration of asteroids.
The table was strewn with large books opened to star maps, note pads, a
couple of small computers and calculating machines, and a huge number
of crumpled balls of paper. One man reached for a pitcher of water that
was on the table and slowly filled his glass. Zimbardo continued.
"The manufacturing will begin tomorrow-that'll be for Stubb to oversee.
Once the sheathing device has proven effective we can begin work on
restoring and disguising our fleet. After that, Crass, you'll take care
of the rest."
One of the men looked up. "What about St. George? If anyone discovers
him he could put a serious crimp in our plans."
Zimbardo looked annoyed. "St. George will be dealt with, Mr. Slant. I
have not forgotten him; you can leave that to me. He will never speak
to the Starmen or anyone else."
Another spoke. "Is it really necessary to silence him? It will take a
large number of men to make a search-men we could use on the urgent
projects at hand.
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