Two weeks later, it was finished.  While the airship was not
completely repaired, its most important components - the bar and the poker
rooms - had been refinished.
	"Open for business!" Setzer exclaimed, leaning back in his pilot's
seat. Just a few days ago, he had sent a carrier pigeon with word of the
re-opening of the infamous 'Nightsider's Club' to every major city.  "In a
matter of at most a week, I'll wager, I'll have enough clients to pay for the
remaining repairs on the airship.  And if any of the others survived, they'll
know where to come to." His fingers gently stroked the sharp chin which jutted
from his face.
	Suddenly, a movement!  Whipping himself around, the razor sharp edge
of a metal playing card poised between his fingers, he looked carefully about
the ship.  Nothing.  He shook his head slowly, tucking the card back into his
long leather jacket.  "This gambler is getting old.  Maybe it's time for me to
cash in?" he mused softly as he settled back into his seat.  Gradually, his
eyes closed, and in moments, Setzer was fast asleep.

.................................................

	A soft chuckle came from beneath the figure's hood.  "This one shows
some promise.  Bring him to me for... reconditioning."
	The warped shape which kneeled before the figure bobbed its head once
in deference.  "Yes, my lord." it hissed softly. "Consider him already a part
of our ranks." With another, final nod, it backed out of its Lord's chambers,
leaving the figure in dark contemplation.