HEDY LAMAAR<br/><br/>Before the evening got much older I needed to get down to the Bell Telegraph office and have some funds wired over from home. As I gathered my skirts to depart the Canadian spoke again.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Just out of curiosity, ma'am, do you want just dogfighters, or are any pilots welcome? I mean, my crate's a Grumman E-1C Avenger; I would be the first to agree that they're not the most nimble machine in the world, but she's plenty fast and well armed, specially after I had much more powerful engines installed."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"What I'm looking for Mister Macpherson, is people who can shoot other people, preferably here."</strong>I put a finger to the bridge of my nose.<strong>"Now whether you can do that at fifteen thousand feet while pulling four-gees in a reverse Immelmann, or you land your plane, walk over to the other man's hanger and put a bullet in the back of his skull, I'm not fussy. In my book pilots are good, killers are better, adventurers are the best of all. Don't we all like a little adventure in our lives, hm?"</strong><br/><br/>Arching an eyebrow and curling my lip in a suggestive smile, I left the bar and with Benson falling in step behind me outside went down the busy crowded street to find the Ma Bell office.