<strong>Name:</strong>Sera Fields<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Steam Punk's Headquarters, Flint's Office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mr. Flint, Open<br/><br/>The guard came back, looking nervous as ever and invited her forward. Sera laughed at his demeanor and smiled, patting him condescendingly on the head as she passed. "Settle down, boyo. You look like you're about to pass a kidney stone." She walked passed the man and into the warehouse proper. Shit, this place was a disaster. Looked like a bomb hit it... she paused at that thought. Oh. That's right. As she followed the path towards Flint's office, she noted several interesting things about their hideout.<br/><br/>The first interesting thing was the crumpled Clockwork robots that were scattered about. It was no lie the Steam Punks have a loose affiliation with the Clockwork (by 'loose affiliation', she means that the Steam Punks take great pleasure in taking Clockwork apart to use as spare parts, especially for Mr. Flint himself. She'd never met the man, only heard the most interesting rumors involving a tomato and a can of year-expired beans.) Some of the lackeys were taking the robots apart and jamming parts into boxes, then stacking boxes on top of other boxes, but for the most part, they were rather slow in their jobs. Maybe the Steam Punks were running low on manpower. Common problem.<br/><br/>The second interesting thing was the complete lack of automated turrets. Most places in the Rogue Islands, and even more recently here in Eastern Paragon, were protected by at least one automated defense cannon. Maybe they were back ordered in Super Villain Monthly with the recent hero surge, who knew. Plenty of goons with sneers and guns, but not beep beeps.<br/><br/>The third was how<em>bad</em>the building was in. This place looked shot to all hell, and had missing walls in some places. Good thing she was here. Of all the potential allies Arachnos had in Paragon, the Steam Punks were the most promising, but not for their architectural skills, clearly. Sera was shown into Flint's office (which as she thought looked just as bad as the rest of the building, nix the desk, which was actually in pristine condition.) Sera paused by the door and went through her usual greeting procedure.<br/><br/>"Mr. Flint, I presume." She curtsied to him (which looked awkward due to the fact she was wearing pants) and smiled. "It's a pleasure to finally meet the leader of the Steam Punks." She knew that no shortage of compliments went well with these ego-heads. It did, after all, work on her. "I had a proposition to give you, if you saw fit to listen. I feel you'll see the potential for your own wealth, as well as the advancement of Arachnos' agenda here in Paragon, as well."