Mister Johnston smiled slightly. "As I said, it has been some time since I have been aboard a zeppelin. I enjoy learning all I can about potential repeat contracters."<br/><br/>He paused, again taking a sip from the bourbon. "As for security, that's all well and good. I've even had cordial relations with Paladin Blake when I worked on the East coast. But, too much and it looks like you have something to hide."<br/><br/>He placed the glass of bourbon on a small coaster, then looked at his right forearm. "May I show you my own lesson in that regard?"<br/><br/><br/>~~~~~~Approximately 100 Miles to the South~~~~~~<br/><br/>As the Five fighters rose into the air, splitting into two sections; one led by the Maintenance-hungry Vampire, the other led by the iconic bent-X shaped Devastator, two large men leaned against a shipping crate, writing notes. "Seems to me, Jimbo, that Winchester Flight is upgrading its arms."<br/><br/>He paused, then ripped off a page from his notepad. "Go to the Telegraph office and send that to the boss. He'll be interested in knowing what she's up to."