So he'd go all out this time. No statistical vagaries here. His man inside SpaceR would infect the new Kestrel Titan with a guaranteed set of rocket-killing viruses. The rocket would blow up seconds after leaving the pad. The whole Kestrel Titan line of boosters would be discredited and abandoned by paying customers.
Beautiful as SpaceR's first launch from the BrainTrust had been, this launch would supply the better spectacle. After all, everyone loved a good explosion.
Matt wore a pair of blue jeans, a polo shirt, loafers, and his battered old Tilley hat used for hiking in the Sierras. He boarded the ferry to San Diego. He looked like another scruffy tourist, exhausted from the continuous party on Elysian Fields. He did not think he would be arrested if the governor and the attorney gen
