"Figure out some way to be aboard the Dragon during the operation. Watch Drummer; I still don't trust him. If he tries to undermine my authority while I'm away, shoot him."
"It'll be a pleasure, sir. What about Brad and his buddies?"
"If they resist my orders, kill them. If it does get to that, send me a spunnel flash after you've done it. If you do kill Drummer and Brad, assume control of the combined fleet and the Terminals. If that's not possible, blast the terminals out of the sky."
Chapter THIRTY-FIVE
Zolan walked into Brad's office and dropped into a chair, clearly exhausted.
"How'd it go?"
"Couple of dozen screen generators in position sunside," Zolan hefted a small, flat control in his hand as he spoke, then tossed it on the desk.
"The energizer," he said quietly.
Brad turned the control in his hands as he examined each safety lock. He slipped the control into a pocket.
"Narval leaves for the conference in a few hours," he said, almost in a whisper. He could not hide his deep sadness.