care of himself.
The loud rapping of her foot on the floor brought irritation back to her limbs. She was getting very impatient and the clerk's delay was just aggrivating her more. She slammed her hand down on the bell six times before the clerk began to make his way back to the counter. He came out with a black box and set it roughly on the counter. Victoria assumed her "good girl" act and watched him pull out a bunch of well crafted tools of various sizes. She browsed through them, picking them up one by one and inspecting each one by eye and hand. Most of them seemed too expensive for both her and her brother's taste. She placed the tools back in the box and smiled at the clerk. "Thanks for letting me look through your stock. The tools are nice, but they're too expensive for me." She smiled and turned to leave to get their special lunch when the clerk pulled out a plasma gun. The plasma chamber was already glowing with the energy of the ammunition before she had a chance to leave. The man pulled off his hat and pulled back the charging lever even more. "Victoria Rule, please put your hands above your head and turn around. I can't have you leaving here just yet." There seemed to be no expression on his face whatsoever. Victoria began to panic. Her cheeks were flushed with a pale rose color as she looked around the shop for something that could withstand a blast of plasma. Where her eyes were looking, her hands fell upon a sheet of Roc-metal. She lowered her hands to grab a firm grip of the sheet of metal and the clerk prepared to fire.
"I won't give you another chance. Raise your hands and we can settle this without difficulty." The man's voice was just as emotionless as his face. The mechanic had swiftly snatched up the Roc-metal and held it in front of her body as she backed out of the door. The pangs of the metal sheet told her that the clerk had been firing at her. It dawned on her as she scrambled down the crowded street that this wasn't a random act of violence. That clerk was a soldier, she thought to herself. Judging by the fact that they knew Victoria and her brother were Steam-punks, they would already be after him.
Almost everyone on the market knew that Tavish and Victoria were illegal mechanics working without a license. The chocolate-brunette raced down the street with the clerk following some distance behind. The only thing the mechanic was concerned about was her brother. He wasn't exactly the strongest person in the world, but she felt that he still needed protecting. The garage door was in her sights as she danced around the people walking in the street. She had to get to the garage before the soldiers did. They most likely had back-up, and it would take a miracle for them to escape, period. At least she would be with her brother in the end.
Sweat made the short strands of her curly hair stick to her face. It didn't seem like that
The loud rapping of her foot on the floor brought irritation back to her limbs. She was getting very impatient and the clerk's delay was just aggrivating her more. She slammed her hand down on the bell six times before the clerk began to make his way back to the counter. He came out with a black box and set it roughly on the counter. Victoria assumed her "good girl" act and watched him pull out a bunch of well crafted tools of various sizes. She browsed through them, picking them up one by one and inspecting each one by eye and hand. Most of them seemed too expensive for both her and her brother's taste. She placed the tools back in the box and smiled at the clerk. "Thanks for letting me look through your stock. The tools are nice, but they're too expensive for me." She smiled and turned to leave to get their special lunch when the clerk pulled out a plasma gun. The plasma chamber was already glowing with the energy of the ammunition before she had a chance to leave. The man pulled off his hat and pulled back the charging lever even more. "Victoria Rule, please put your hands above your head and turn around. I can't have you leaving here just yet." There seemed to be no expression on his face whatsoever. Victoria began to panic. Her cheeks were flushed with a pale rose color as she looked around the shop for something that could withstand a blast of plasma. Where her eyes were looking, her hands fell upon a sheet of Roc-metal. She lowered her hands to grab a firm grip of the sheet of metal and the clerk prepared to fire.
"I won't give you another chance. Raise your hands and we can settle this without difficulty." The man's voice was just as emotionless as his face. The mechanic had swiftly snatched up the Roc-metal and held it in front of her body as she backed out of the door. The pangs of the metal sheet told her that the clerk had been firing at her. It dawned on her as she scrambled down the crowded street that this wasn't a random act of violence. That clerk was a soldier, she thought to herself. Judging by the fact that they knew Victoria and her brother were Steam-punks, they would already be after him.
Almost everyone on the market knew that Tavish and Victoria were illegal mechanics working without a license. The chocolate-brunette raced down the street with the clerk following some distance behind. The only thing the mechanic was concerned about was her brother. He wasn't exactly the strongest person in the world, but she felt that he still needed protecting. The garage door was in her sights as she danced around the people walking in the street. She had to get to the garage before the soldiers did. They most likely had back-up, and it would take a miracle for them to escape, period. At least she would be with her brother in the end.
Sweat made the short strands of her curly hair stick to her face. It didn't seem like that
