<strong>Sera Fields<br/>Outside SteamPunks Headquarters<br/>Open</strong><br/><br/>A redheaded girl looked up to the building before her. She'd been here only once before, and it didn't end well. The yokels he hired were always a shoot first kind of crowd. Not to mention their leader, a nasty price of work who goes by Mr. Flint, was a creepy looking son of a bitch who gave her the willies whenever she saw him but... t' was a necessary evil.<br/><br/>Opening the door to their hideout, she walked in. The entrance was, for the first time, guarded. Must have learned from her last visit. "Hey girlie..." The guard spoke, standing from his chair and fingering the bat in his hand. "You look a little lost..."<br/><br/>"I don't have time for you. Get your boss, and tell him-"<br/><br/>"Oh, I'll tell him you're here alright... after I've had my fun..." She rolled her eyes. Always.<br/><br/>"Oh, fun is it? You want fun? Let me just slip into something more comfortable, then." She took a small locket from the inside pocket of her coat, a jet set in the center. The goon recognized it instantly, and dropped the bat.<br/><br/>"H-hey now! No need for that! I'll get the boss!" He turned and started running. "Boss! Boss! It's The Magistrate for you!"<br/>