Mr. Cleanslate stepped off the elevator into the creaky shack attached to the side of city clocktower that Tenk choose to call an office. Tenk was sleeping deeply in his hammock, oblivious to the rattles and shudders the winds sent through the structure.
“Mr. Tenk,” started Mr. Cleanslate.
Tenk cracked open one eye and looked balefully at the man, annoyed at the disturbance.
“I was experimenting with my radiowave monitor and happened to intercept a message. I think you need to come and listen.”
ohhhhhhhhhh my, someone attacked the creed’s HQ?
…this isnt going to end well…
Begging your pardons Sirs, but I was wondering if the hooded fellows that was spoked about in the radiowave thingy sound message might be same ‘as the peculiar hooded fellow thats been popping up chasing around after the beast that bit me mate Nat?
So now we need to look out for mysterious hooded gentlemen of great martial skill as well as the mysterious turkey baby monster that is a little shorter than Mr Tenk! I best instruct the clockwork workers to be on guard.
Oh hell….
Gasp ……Van Creed Agents … Across The Former Empire … !!!!! Shudders &Chills
((( Well done !!)))
It does sound like the hooded man who warned me the beast couldn’t be killed…
*Listens to the radio, blinks, and starts disassembling the radio just because she can and is bored and ADD and stuffs. It’s later reassembled with parts left over yet somehow works better.*
*Listens to the radio, grows bored rather quickly because of his ADD, leaves room with radio running and returns with three cups filled with Rum, drinks all rather quickly and passes out*
*fiddles with radio dials while searching for evidence of temporal flux waves and overhears transmission* “I ain’t goin near that one” thinks the Maestro. “Last time I bothered with strange radio broadcasts I lost my TARDIS and became an undead clockwork creature”
*Doesn’t have any equipment with which to listen to radio signals, and so remains blissfully unawares* ((*grin*))