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Grand Enclave wrote:

"Transport planes, long-distance cargo models. There may be the occasional Vertibird to bring in the fusion cores required for refueling." She taps her fingers on the desk, thinking about the sum. "2,000 caps a year."

King Robert slammed his hand on the table as he began to bawl with laughter he wiped the tears from his eyes and recomposed himself before continuing.

"I am sorry two thousand caps a year for an airstrip to allow you to bring in air craft is not suitable. Twenty five thousand caps a year plus fighter escorts through out my air space and beyond until they are needed to return for refueling" he poured another glass of water and a glass of melon juice offering to pour her a glass of juice as well.