HEDY LAMARR<br/><br/>Ten minutes after take off and while we were still climbing through a thick greyish nothingness and droplets of condensation ran streaking along my small office window, I lifted the internal phone and wound the handle to alert Benson.<br/><br/><strong>"Please go up to Cabin 3 and invite our guest down to my office. Thank you."</strong><br/><br/>A small shudder ran through the ship as she rode out a crosswind within the clouds. I had a quick squirt of perfume and checked my hair and make-up in the mirror. Everything was in good shape. I had seen a fifth pilot arrive just as we were leaving but I fretted over the other flyer.<em>Ah, well, mercs come and go, maybe they got a better offer in another bar later last night?</em>