[] Mobile: Steel, shipping, shipbuilding, and planes.
[] Yes.
There's a steel mill near that father partly owns, as well as the port. Practically everyone owns part of the port or the businesses that support it, since the only thing that prevented the collapse of Mobile as a city six years back was the massive reinvestment in its access to Mobile Bay and through it, the Gulf of Mexico. He's got a larger stake in a local company that ships cargo over the railroads.
You consider them, quickly flashing through the relevant information and narrowing down the mass of recent events into concise facts.
If you wanted to put a crimp in the transportation of goods, you'd do it on the railroad. There's one that goes North and a bit West, with a junction to go to Birmingham, the state's capitol. If something went wrong there, the effects would be immediate and far-reaching.
The steel mill is going strong, supplying stainless steel in bulk to various local and interstate interests at cheap prices. Wages in father's businesses are usually kept low to maximize profit, and the skyrocketing local and national unemployment rates make hiring easy.
Beyond that, the shipyard is putting out a lot of fishing ships. A lot of people don't eat wild meat any more, citing health risks from ingesting things from the depths where mankind rarely goes, and the levels of the strange radiation are unknown.
Your diet is formulated to your exact nutritional needs, and while you've had plenty of fish you can't recall eating any red meat. At least you think it's called red meat. You haven't had any of the fish that live in the deep water either, like dolphin (not to be confused with dolphin).
But there's got to be a market for ocean-fish somewhere, because your father owns a lot of the boats that the yard makes, and he leases them to different captains.
Once you've reviewed the possibilities, you try probing the water.
"I have been doing well, lately, but the last time we met you were having troubles with your efforts to resurrect the aircraft manufacturing plant?
He grunts. "Yes. There's been a problem with human resources lately, and the idiots at the plant won't tell me out and out what the problem is."
"Oh, that's terrible. Don't you have buyers set up that need their orders filled?"
"Of course I do. Joy of Flight needs another four of their- glider things made in two months and the lack of man hours is putting us all behind schedule. Seems like people aren't happy to have jobs in this turbulent time, for some reason, and that's not exactly an uncommon issue. There's a lack of manpower, and if it isn't filled this recession's going to turn into a route!" He finishes by slamming his meaty fist down on the arm of the overstuffed chair, then seems to almost shrink as he smiles.
There's an opportunity there. If he needs help, maybe he won't be too picky about where he gets it.
But will your father really let you outside? He's extremely protective of you, so to be safe you need to have another reason.
". . . Maybe they just need something to believe in." You say quietly.
Your father looks away from the window behind you, focusing his eyes on yours. "What's that? Speak up, Zelda."
Your lips are dry, so you lick them quickly. "If there's no good reason why nobody's applying, it could be a crisis of faith. The perception of things breaking down and not working is making things not work."
After a moment he nods. "Yes, that could be it. I need something big, then- something public that will make people notice that the world is still going on." He nods again, more eagerly. "I need to prove . . . that I'm not going to just fold like everyone else, that I'm staking everything on my business, and my employees."
Now's your chance. While he's still open-minded about what big public gesture to make you can convince him to hire you.
But where will you have the best chance of success?
choose one.
[] the shipyard
[] a fishing ship
[] on a train
[] the plane factory
[] the steel mill
Do you want to taste free range
[] OH YES.
[] Yes
[] No