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Flight of the Black Titan
Pursue one great decisive aim with force and determination.
—Carl von Clausewitz
Rain lashed the windows of the High Flight deck of the Argus. Werner looked across the frothing water at the Heinlein. What had started as a squall had evolved; gale winds whipped everything in sight. They would be lucky if they didn’t end up launching in a veritable tropical depression. Anyone with any sense would postpone the launch.
But sense seemed to be in short supply among his companions. Ted stood next to him, muttering excitedly. “What an excellent test. Looks like the graphene surface is holding up just fine. That doesn’t prove it will survive re-entry, but I’m optimistic.”
Werner had to confess, he did not quite like the new rocket as much as the old. The regular T
