"I'm going to get six of these made up for each planet. We'll also mount some on the outer planets; and the colonials of Alpha, Procyon, and the rest."
Hotang Lu pounded the table with his little fist. "That weapon might have stopped them!" he snapped. "Why did you stop production?"
"Are you questioning my motives?" asked Thompson quietly.
"Yes!"
"Have you any doubts as to my loyalty?"
"I ... ah ... no."
"And you do not understand my intent?"
"No."
"He's not alone, Billy," put in Kennebec. "What do you intend to do?"