supplies to be used in case of a general blitz that would knock out
everything on the planet. And a chain of hospitals. And a spaceport,
over on Barathrum, that was built inside the crater of an extinct
volcano. There won't be any hyperships there of course, but there'll be
equipment and material. We might be able to build a ship there. And
supply depots, all over the planet; none of them has ever been opened
since the War. Don't worry about financing; we have that."
His father, he could see, appreciated what he had brought home from
Terra. He was nodding, with quick head jerks, at each item.
"That'll do it, all right. Now, listen; what we want to do is get a
company organized, a regular limited-liability company, with a charter.
We'll contribute the information you brought back from Terra, and we'll
get the rest of this gang to put all the money we can twist out of them
into it, so we'll be sure they won't say, 'Aw, Nifflheim with it!' and
walk out on us as soon as the going gets a little tough." Rodney Maxwell
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