Garibaldi returned to the table where Lasiter sat.
"So, what was all that about? What did he say?" Lasiter urged his friend
to sipll the goodies.
"Well, it wold appear as if they are a couple of sorts. The gorey details I
did not get." the Italian replied.
"What good are you then?" Lasiter replied mildly annoyed.
"As I was saying... I did arrange a meeting after dinner. Give us time to
ditch the press and to speak without the prying eyes and ears."
"Good man......." Lasiter replied.
The meal was a good one, and it lasted most of the two hour time
limit. They talked about several things. Catching up. Garialdi had to
update his boss on the events of Special Operations. As they walked and
lost their press followers, thanks to a squad from security..... Lasiter
said to his friend, "Well, if things are going that poorly I want you out
there. Get things back on track in person. I do not care what their
problems are. There is a strict time table. The balance of power depends
on it. The fate of all things dear depends on it. Light a fire under them.
Once those ships go out for initial trials they can have leave. Trials
should take a couple of weeks or so. They can have even more time off once
shake down starts, but get them back on track."
"Aye sir. Your wish is my..." Garibaldi did not finish. Lasiter
cut him off with a good laugh.
"Say hello to Roeder for me too." the old man added.
"I will. You know he got shot. He is fine now, but I think we should give
him a medal." Garibaldi replied following the aburpt change in topic.
"We will see....."
They soon got to the meeting spot, the burned out cargo bay...
{Selara}
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Chris Salmi
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