"Bob! Good to see you!" The men shook hands briefly. "All went well at
our end," Richard whispered.
Nolan stepped back and spread his hands toward the launching arena of
the space station.
"Terrific news," he said. "We'll be launching in about forty minutes."
The two men went into Nolan's office and sealed it. Though everything
was visible through clear partitions, no one could hear what went on
inside.
"I'm so sorry I fell apart at that meeting, Rick," Robert began.
"Don't give it a thought, Bob. You've done very well for the project
since then. This is a great offering you're making."
"The least we can do, in addition to making as many of the microwave
probes as we could, is provide these freighters."
"Ahead of schedule, too, by a little bit. All the companies pulled
together and made the probes to Dr. Hoshino's specifications. I like
his design. His plan should work very well, very well indeed!"
"It's a wonderful design, Rick! Dr. Hoshino is a genius to a degree
above everyone else of this generation. We ought to be able to locate
any asteroid that Lurton Zimbardo throws at us. But stopping it is a
different problem."
"If we find it in time, that shouldn't be too hard, either."
The two friends talked for a little longer, then went out to watch the
launch.
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