Three Bottles

[Reeves]

This time he was quiet, if only for a few seconds. "No advisors, at least not on our doorstep. Too much potential for sabotage and I don't have the patience to babysit your eggheaded associates. Embed them on Freeport 53 and we'll coordinate that way. Supplies and ships can be delivered through appropriate fronts, and for the latter I want the full CTE aerospace catalogue with spares." This sounded non-negotiable and likely was for a variety of reasons both political and otherwise.

There was just one more consideration left that he hadn't addressed. "What I want is for that construction ship sitting near the gate to go up in flames. Liberty has deep pockets and even deeper reserves of manpower, but the corporations lack the spine to repeatedly stare down certain death. And right now that den of cattle is the only thing truly sustaining this operation. If it's destroyed then our entrenched positions in the system become unassailable for the LSF taskforce. They'd be cut off and at our mercy."

His enunciation of that last word implied that there was going to be nothing of the sort.