"I don't say it will be an easy, or fast thing to do. At this rate, I'm counting on a decade to get it done on our own"
He closed the map, and the ship's image flipped back in, slowly spinning. Dixon checked on the datapad in front of him, to see where Belial was by now.
"It will take commitment, willpower, and brains to pull this off. But I'm not willing to risk that one day the outcasts decide that we're no longer useful, and start backing up the Xenos, or worse. I don't count on the Lane Hackers at this scenario, mind you. Their cardamine shipments seems to be for themselves only, not for sale. We'll need to find a way to get back the missing profit. And most importantly, I will need you to be here, both physically, and mentally"
