<strong>HEINZ VON OBERAMMERGAU</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I don't give a rat's hindquarters whether you like me or not. Now you can play cops and robbers with me all you like, but you have a damn airship to run and I'm pretty sure this isn't the flight deck. You need to be watching the fight and get planes up in the air instead of trying to mastermind things from your bitching den. I'm going to my plane, and shooting down a Communist just for you, free of charge."  </strong><br/><br/>I got up and walked forward with my hands up, staring down Benson. The poor man's personality must have been sucked out of his ears long ago. The ship was tossing around so much it was all he could manage to stay upright. Looking out of the doorway, I could see a familiar business suit standing on the catwalk in the hangar area. I could pretty much recognise the man just by his tin soldier posture, which he subtly shifted from time to time to ease the strain on the stump in his wooden leg.<em>Now there's a real pirate,</em>I thought.<em>You don't even need to hijack the zeppelin when you can rip it off!</em>I saw him grab onto the railing and hop on his good leg for a moment as the airship wobbled back level.<br/><br/><strong>"Johnston! You damn fool, this is what you get for flying with budget carriers eh?"</strong>I called up to him, before the starlet's goons could manhandle my person too inconveniently.