HEDY LAMARR<br/><br/>Hearing Mr Annoying Ass's comment, I touched Benson's arm. He lowered his head to mine.<br/><br/><strong>"Escort that gentleman out Ben, dear, but as you do so, just say 'Tower E17 2pm tomorrow'."</strong><br/><br/><em>Beggars can't be choosers.</em><br/><br/>The huge negro moved.<br/><br/>A fresh voice came through the cheap tobacco smoke:<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">" 'Scuse me missy... ya wouldna 'appen ta 'ave use o' a navigator who'll brave near any storm fer yer ship now would ye? Iffen not I unnerstand but ye see... I'm willin' ta go jus' about anywhere fer any price so long as I ain't required ta fly anything smaller than the smallest of zepps..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I looked him up and down. It was hard to judge a man's skills when they all trash-talked in bars so well.<br/><br/><strong>"Unfortunately I already have a navigator. It's pilots I'm looking for. I'm sorry."</strong><br/><br/>In response to the Canadian, Mr Macpherson I smiled and tilted my head.