“Schedule’s pretty tight,” I told her, “but a guy’s gotta sleep…”
She stuck out her tongue at me. “…or not,” she whispered as she disentangled herself. “When are you lifting to the skyport?”
“Later this afternoon, when we have thoroughly checked both systems out—both the Senior Chief and me.”
“In these or your flightsuit?” she asked, stroking my chest.
“I’ll change into my flightsuit after I talk with Sam,” I told her.
I spent fifteen minutes with Sam Davidson. He had been briefed on our operation and was concerned about any possible hitch in his 24/7 schedule of throwing people and cargo into space. His launch operation was tight by any definition: One personnel or cargo capsule every three minutes, each adding to LLI’s bottom line. That’s 480 daily launches, typically broken down in
