Baron Klaus Wulfenbach sat at his desk in the Steelhead Consulate, going over the thick sheaf of reports from his Babbage Liaison Officer, Fraulein Hienrichs. Strange machines (again), missing goods…friends in danger now, or going to be.
Yet only a meter or two below his desk in the emergency laboratory in the basement, Doctor Sonnerstein was examining yet another Steelhead patient. The other doctor used both Science and Magic for his analyses in an urgent race to analyse the mysterious necrotic illness the elven boy, Loki Gearhead, had brought to the northern city. Not even Darien Mason‘s reanimation serum had affected the deterioration on one so afflicted.
How could this be related to the strange markings Manager Eclipse found around that laboratory? Could it also be related to the reported disturbances around Brunel Hall? How else could these alleged ‘undead’ have shown up in the pristine St. Helens neighbourhood if not brought from a known spawning point?
He scowled once again at the reports. He had specifically asked Manager Eclipse to seal Steelhead’s borders. Whatever this was, even if it had started in New Babbage, it had changed into something different here — and it could not be allowed to infect the rest of the Steamlands, not while he could do anything about it. There was too much at stake to risk travelling to New Babbage.
‘Be careful,’ he said to the signature on the reports. ‘All of you, for the love of Science, be careful.’