<strong>HEINZ VON OBERAMMERGAU</strong><br/><br/>I paid Tiny my tab with some more silver once my card arrived back with instructions to meet the lady in blue the next day, winking at her on my way out and chuckling to myself as her large Nubian footman showed a brash young man the door. It looked like I'd be gaining a rather colourful bunch of new colleagues.<br/><br/>The next day, I taxied the Bombensau over the apron to the mooring tower with the blue zeppelin at the top. Judging by the collection of aircraft already waiting there, I wasn't the first to arrive. Climbing out of my cockpit, I waved at the blonde standing there who'd apparently arrived on horseback, and the dainty lady with the parasol and French accent I recognised from last night at the bar.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://photos.liveauctioneers.com/houses/mohawkarms/23100/0274_1_lg.jpg)</div>I'd worn my Prussian blue<em>Rittmeister</em>uniform, complete with its tufted helmet that barely fit under my cockpit canopy but which made doubly sure wingmen recognised me. My broomstick-handled Mauser and cavalry sabre hung within easy reach from my belt. I clicked my polished, spurred riding boots together and  bowed Teutonically to the two ladies.<br/><br/><strong>"Good afternoon, <em>mesdemoiselles</em>,"</strong>I greeted them, planting a kiss on the back of the Louisianan's gloved hand, then the peasant girl's.<strong>"It'll be a pleasure to fly with you ladies. Working for the famous Miss Hedy Lamarr, too, I'm a lucky man indeed. Captain Heinz von Oberammergau, at your service. What should I call you, Miss... ?"</strong>I smiled<br/><br/>I sauntered over to the blonde and her horse, which was apparently deaf to the sound of aircraft engines by now. I inspected it critically, judging it as a warhorse.<strong>"A hardy Hungarian gelding you've got there. What's he called?"</strong>I asked the blonde with the cowboy hat, looking casually in the horse's mouth.<strong>"He's in pretty good shape for a seven year old or so."</strong>