<strong>The Silver Hammer meets The Dame</strong><br/><br/>Maxwell had been in the hangar, trying to figure out what to do with his busted plane.  Well, okay, mostly busted.  It still flew, and had a pair of guns to it, but that was all that really remained of it.  He had two c-notes and a Grant.  He needed to fix his bird, and get going.<br/><br/>"Hey, Quinn!" The pilot looked over his shoulder.  "There's a woman in the bar, says she's looking for pilots!"  Quinn's friend Jimmy Two-Ticks had made the announcement.  Quinn had been in this part of Free Colorado before, and he was currently crashing at Ticks' place until he figured out what to do...until now.<br/><br/>"Thanks, Ticks."  Leaving the hangar, he headed over to the bar in question, seeing a line of men - all of them halfwits - and brushing them aside with an "Out of my way," a glare, and the fact that at least a couple knew who he was.<br/><br/>"You're the dame looking for new pilots?"