He took an elevator from his suite down to the main floor of the
organizational complex and stepped out into the hallway. He walked with
a firm tread, and men stepped aside with a slight deferential bow. He
passed through the great glass doors at the end of the passage into a
huge foyer. Passing through, he entered a courtyard, strode across it,
and came into the working area.
About sixty men were working at various stations. The men felt that
Zimbardo was a real leader and were glad to see their new commander. It
was amazing how rapidly the sense of defeat had been changed to one of
expectancy and pride.
Every day or two another ship docked and new workers came in to join
the crew. Zimbardo had sent out a few trusted leaders to recruit men
form noted asteroid bases and mining operations in the proximity of his
asteroid. He could use more men, especially skilled workers in
electronics and mathematics, but he wasn't eager to build up a large
force. He chose carefully. The workforce was being built up gradually
with men he could trust. He had also invited three smugglers he had
known before to join the operation, with their men.
"Stubb," called out Zimbardo.
"Sir," responded the man so addressed, an eager man about thirty years
old, with sandy blond hair and baby blue eyes.
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