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"There." Cameron said, pointing to a garage not far from them.
"I owe you one." he added. "Is there anything I can get you right now? Glass of water or something?" he asked casually as they made their way around the back of the store/garage.
At the back was the launching catapult, and Cam's workshop.

As you walk on all you hear is a ear piercing scream and a smash. A group people burst out of a door scrambling away in fear and terror. The hiss of steam. The wall explodes sending rubble flying. As the dust settles a figure appears.

Turning to face you it lets out a quick jet of steam and aims it weapon at you a fires sending a large metal spike at you.

"Motherfuc-" Cameron yelled, not managing to get the whole word out when Abigail stopped the spike.
"I owe you two." he said, ducking past the thing.
As he did, he flicked out his Leatherman. He knew the blade was short, but he had to do something.
He reached out as he ran past the machine, clipping a steam pipe. He scored it, but didn't cut it.
"Hell no!" he shouted, tossing the knife at his workbench. It dug itself in deep, almost half-way up the blade.
Cameron reached over the desk, picking up a strange weapon off the desk. It looked like a revolver mixed with a flintlock...it had the body of a flintlock pistol, with a six shot chamber that clicked open at the top, and a complicated gear mechanism on the side that powered the hammer.
"That...that...thing broke into my father's store, scared my customers...and scared my dog half out of its wits!" he shouted. Indeed, Mutt was cowering somewhere in the front of the store under a counter.
He took aim, and fired. The shot hit the figure dead centre...of the shoulder. It hit the metal plating with a loud ping, the bullet getting stuck inside.

Cam ducked to the side, a little too late.
The machine hit him, hard, on the left arm. He hit the ground.
"Ow..." he groaned, moving around. The thing was right near him.
He took more careful aim this time.
Cam fired. This time, the shot in the metal panel dead centre in its chest.
He tried to move, but the pain in his shoulder told him his left arm was dislocated.

"Excellent.", Gustav said, getting out his wallet once more, box awkwardly held under his arm as they both walked towards the shop front.

"So that's what, five pounds and six shillings?" Gustav asked, as he counted out the money, depositing it onto the counter. "That should be the right amount there Tom."

Picking up the box of seals that Gustav had put on the counter while he was paying Tomkuron, he grinning at the man. "I guess it's time to see this Kit Lob person, see if they want a job with me. 194 Flux Avenue, that's in the Steamworks district, right?", he asked Tomkuron.

((Sorry about the delay, uni has hit me pretty hard with assignments. ))

Cameron paled, trying to roll away. He at least knew the weak spot.
"4." he said out loud. He'd need to keep count.
"Abigail!" he shouted, turning his head. "Little help here please!" he asked, as the stumbling figure too a step toward him, his foot falling between Cam's legs, uncomfortably close to what would have been a very bad hit.

The damage the steambot was taking its toll parts of it were malfunctioning but it carried on this time ripping out the newly flung piece of metal and threw it back and following it up with a shot.

The steambot was losig steam quickly so it resorted to thrashing around to no avail. Eventually the movements start to become sluggish and degrade until it stops altogether and collapses to the floor.