Gadget sat on the roof of the <13 Club Headquarters and stared out across the town. The sense of collective relief was palpable. The grinding hum and clatter of normal life in the city had returned, along with the echoes of revellers enjoying the festive cheer.
With Moriarty imprisoned within Unit #8 downstairs, Gadget knew he had settled one dept to the town that he had felt ever since the Beest had escaped from his trap last year. But in his troubled mind he played over something unfinished, that he was responsible for, and for which the rest of the town seemed blissfully unaware of their extreme danger.
“We haven’t even brought the new Clanks here! We’re vulnerable!” Hopkins had screamed in the last moments before the warehouse came crashing down. Those words cut through Gadget like a razor, their significance heavy in his heart. So he HAD betrayed everyone whilst he was in enemy hands and handed them the a most lethal weapon. Gadget had to assume he had given them designs for cold, powerful, relentlessly efficient killing machines that would not eat, rest or tire. In his reckless, misplaced confidence he had kept the true devastating potential of his Clank designs secret, even from his closest friends and now that knowledge tormented him like a merciless deamon. In their hour of victory the town could be laid waste by his creations. No matter what the cost, Gadget knew he had to put right his betrayal.
And so Unit #33 was born. A Counter-Clank Clank. To succeed it had to be better than all his work before. More powerful, more agile, more lethal in every way. And it was.
Unit #6 helped Gadget into his armour and Gadget smiled at the hulking machine. “They think they ‘ave got firepower! I think it’s time we gatecrashed the Van Creed Christmas party Babbage style!”