<strong>The Silver Hammer, being very pissed off at having been turned away from a job</strong><br/><br/>Maxwell cursed when he turned back to the woman.  Apparently confronting Tiny had cost him his chance at a job.  Seeing the big mook move between him and her, he made no effort to go forward.  "Oh, I see how it is.  Alright, fine.  Have it your way, sister."  He turned and started to leave Tiny's, figuring that the commotion he caused in here wasn't going to keep him in here.<br/><br/>As he reached the door, he turned.  "But know the following.  One.  I am the best damn pilot you will find in this town that actually has a reasonable hiring price.  Two.  I have made a lot of enemies in my career, by virtue of having made a lot of friends in my career.  Those friends owe me.  And I'm not above fighting dirty to get what I want.  Three.  Aren't too many zeps in town right now, so I'll know yours.  And four.  I'm Maxwell Quinn, the Silver Hammer of Hollywood, and before you leave this town, you will have hired me."