The corridor outside Scogworth's workshop was already bustling by the time they opened the over sized, brass bound door. The brass signified the shop of an engineer. Had it the door been bound in steel it would have marked the establishment of a higher officer with rank. Copper was more widely used, since it was in greater abundance. The more base medal was synonymous with the working class. One younger, willowy girl was unceremoniously snatched from the hall by Scogs. “What is going on? What is the meaning of all this, girl?” He asked impatiently. “It's one of the Trollers, sir! They been spotted by the South Tower!” Her sentences were delivered in rapid succession. Scogs released the girl and she went on her way, faster than before. He turned and surveyed his shop, his mind racing faster than the young girl. Draisy spoke first. “Scogs what are we going to do?!” All of the fail safes had flown out of her head. “The plans, Draisy, they mustn’t fall in to the hands of the trollers. Grab the filings and I will begin dismantling the prototypes .” He spoke as he moved towards the work table. Draisy went straight to the filings and started pulling the schematic drawings along with preliminary finding sheets. She consigned the preliminarys to the flames of the lamp. In preparation of such an event, the old man had scribed his schematics small. They were easily concealed in the bodice of Draisy's dress. “Scogs! We have to go, now!” The sirens were louder now but muffled every so often by the sound of large cannon. It was now or never. Sky Port 3-12 was not garrisoned or designed for heavy defense. The population was mostly civilian. Scogs strapped on his small SteamShot, bumping the table in his haste to exit the room. They were both unaware of the sloshed oil from the lamp, the flames trailing across the intricate handle and dancing their way towards the welding tanks. Draisy was already in the corridor as Scogs slammed the door behind him. The hall was almost deserted, as they raced in the direction of the closest dock. When they rounded the third corner, the floor greeted them both in the face. The explosion had rocked the whole building at it's core. The structure was a honeycomb design and Scogs's workshop was just slightly away from the center. The building was breaking apart around them when the dock came into sight. For an old man, Scogs was keeping up surprisingly well. Draisy only had to fall back for him once when he was jostled into a doorway, his coat ripping on a protruding hinge.

The first ship in sight was their destination, with no time for contemplation. The ropes were loosed before they even cleared the rails. Draisy rolled to a crashing stop against the main support, lying on her back and staring up at the oval shaped canvas that would lift her away from certain death. Scogs was on his feet and staring over the rail when she finally raised herself up to join him. The fire was quickly spreading across the port. The effulgence of the flames had a wicked beauty to them, Draisy had never seen its like before. The propellers for forward motion were picking up speed, as the schooner dropped low behind the mountain crest and slipped away. ~