Chapter 19: Flight of the Eagles
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	Setzer revelled in the sheer exhiliration of flight.  This was what he
lived for.  He was called a gambler, and so he was.  But the flying, placing
your life in a construct so fragile as an airship.  /That/ was the ultimate
gamble.  And Setzer lived for it.

	An airship was rapidly overtaking the lackadasically-moving airship
Setzer flew.  He glanced over in some mild annoyance, tinged with surprise.
Who else would have the skills to construct an airship, and why were they
intruding on his serentity?  Wait!  Of course!  A race!

	Setzer grinned, pulling his airship beside the other.  A race it would
be, then.  He strode to the side of the ship, to call out to the other.  And
smiled at the five figures who stood there.  "Ho there!" he cried.