"Just that. We're going to take it."
A gasp, this time from his left, followed by, "You guys are out of your minds."
Feet shuffled on the grav-plates. Several among the seated were arranging themselves to rise and depart.
Brad waited.
The shuffling stopped. They were here to listen, not to commit.
Brad leaned forward, placed his forearms on the table, one hand over the other. His steady eyes moved from one face to the next.
"No," he said, "we're not out of our minds. We can do it, and our losses can be kept within acceptable limits if we work together. Furthermore, the Depot can be taken with minimum damage to its structures and to its Slingshot stores."
"What's the point?"
Brad looked at the questioner, a big man in a black and gray uniform and a soft helmet liner perched on the back of his head. Brad knew him through the phys-psy profiles he had studied before the meeting.
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