"Who are we meetin' here?" Rufus asked Alex as they stepped off the steam carriage and onto the air field. There were dozens of them, the air ships. They looked like Zeppelins, big balloons attached to small carriages. But these were different than standard zeppelins, these were ionized zeppelins.
"We're supposed to be meeting a group of Americans, our bosses." Alex said as he scanned the air field.
"What are you looking for?" Rufus asked.
"Yankee flag possibly." Alex let out a chuckle. He heard from off to his left.
"Mr. Rochester!?" A female voice called out.
"Guess we found our Yankees." Rufus said with a nudge to Alex's shoulder. "Come on, Alex. Let's get this over with."
The two men walked toward where the voice came, there they saw a woman waving. She was standing beside two men both of which had square bodies and looked to weigh upwards of 300 pounds.
"Hello, Mr. Rochester. I am Victoria VanWienburg." The woman said. She reached out her right hand. Alex took it and shook it. Victoria was slender for her size with pale white skin. She stood about 160 centimeters and looked to weigh about 45 kilograms. She wore a tan corset as well as a tan dress, above it a small brown leather vest. She had black leather boots on and a red sun hat. Her hair was up in a bun but Alex could see strands of platinum blond hair escaping. Finally, she had dark glasses covering her eyes and black leather gloves covering each hand.
She held her hand out for Rufus to shake. When he did his brow furrowed.
"What's this?" He asked aloud and removed the glove covering her right hand. There was commotion from Victoria's two male counterparts.
"Why the nerve!" One shouted.
"Its quite alright, boys." She assured them. "It appears he's as clever as he looks. My facade has been found out." Her voice was deep and lathered with a southern Texas accent.
"Rufus, what's going-?" Alex stopped as Rufus finished removing the glove.
Victoria's hand was a dark bronze color and shimmered in the sunlight. As she moved her fingers the gears in her knuckles revved and whined.
"Its a clockwork hand, Alex!" Rufus pulled a pair of glasses from his pocket to magnify his gaze. "And masterful craftsmanship if I do say so myself." Rufus had his nose pressed to her hand, it looked like he was kissing it.
"Yes, I lost it a year or so ago when the werewolves first appeared." At that Rufus dropped her hand and stepped backward. Alex withdrew his revolver. The two men aggressively approached them.
"What's all this?" Alex asked. He pointed the gun at the group, cycling through them.
"If you'd kindly put the revolver down, Mr. Rochester." Victoria asked. "I have no affliction."
Alex wasn't convinced.
"Ya, see." She went on. "Back when they first started attacking us, our cattle would show up shredded t' bits. An' us being cattle folk, that was our income. So my daddy goes and buys the best American exterminator that could said could buy." She glances at the ground. "But he was a coward an' a fake. So I took it upon myself to take care o' the pest. But see, I was careless and one o' 'em done bit my hand. In fear o' changin' my daddy sliced my arm off." She motioned to her elbow. "All the way up t' here."
"And you're sure that was that?" Alex asked.
"Quite." She replied.
"It could work, in theory, Alex." Rufus began. "Assuming that her father wasted no time and got the appendage off before the virus could spread up the arm." He turned to Victoria. "Did you have any fever? Or Lycanthropic symptoms?"
"I had one hell'ava fever, I tell ya'" She laughed and started putting her glove back on. "But it wa'n't no lycanthropic fever. Just the kind ya' get from having yer arm cut clean off."
"I see." Rufus said. He leaned over to Alex's ear. "What do you think?"
"You're the brains, my stout balding friend." Alex said.
"Very true." Rufus replied. He looked back to Victoria. "Would you be at all opposed to me performing a few tests of my own on you?"
"How dare you insult-!" One of the big guys shouted. Victoria cut him off.
"Now now, Kurk. They're the experts, so their government claims, if they would feel better after I passed a few o' their tests, then fine by me." She turned to Alex. "We have bigger problems after all." He nodded.
She motioned to a zeppelin some ways to her left. "Well, we had better not keep the pilot waiting all damn day. It takes us about six days to make it t' New Mexico."
"Right." Alex said. They all began walking.
Victoria walked up next to Alex.
"Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to be Alexander Rochester, the Olympian, would you?"
"The same." He replied. Victoria's mouth dropped.
"Wow, isn't that something?"
"And how many o' them medals did'ya win there, boy?" Kurk asked.
"Gold: seven, in total." Alex replied. He sounded as though he hated this subject. Like it was something he had put behind himself.
"Seven?" Kurk asked.
"Yes, but only three still belong to me."
"And what might those be?" Victoria probed.
"Broad Jump, Steeplechase and Gymnastics Vault." Alex said dryly.
"Wow, that's some list." Kurk said. "A bit all over th' place."
"Alex doesn't like people to tell him 'no'. So he tried every event they'd let him." Rufus said.
"And walked away with seven gold medals." Victoria finished.
"And a few dozen more silver and bronze." Rufus added.
"Ain't that somethin'." Kurk said.
"Can you figure what our first set of silver bullets was made of?" Rufus asked as they arrived to the air ship.
"A silver medal?" Kurk asked.
"You Americans sure didn't take your brains when you left us." Alex added. There was a pause. "It was my silver medal for discus throwing."
"Well, I hope you British chaps brought more silver medals." Kurk said as they all began to board the ship. "Cuz we got one hell'ava werewolf problem."
-Sir Jestro
"We're supposed to be meeting a group of Americans, our bosses." Alex said as he scanned the air field.
"What are you looking for?" Rufus asked.
"Yankee flag possibly." Alex let out a chuckle. He heard from off to his left.
"Mr. Rochester!?" A female voice called out.
"Guess we found our Yankees." Rufus said with a nudge to Alex's shoulder. "Come on, Alex. Let's get this over with."
The two men walked toward where the voice came, there they saw a woman waving. She was standing beside two men both of which had square bodies and looked to weigh upwards of 300 pounds.
"Hello, Mr. Rochester. I am Victoria VanWienburg." The woman said. She reached out her right hand. Alex took it and shook it. Victoria was slender for her size with pale white skin. She stood about 160 centimeters and looked to weigh about 45 kilograms. She wore a tan corset as well as a tan dress, above it a small brown leather vest. She had black leather boots on and a red sun hat. Her hair was up in a bun but Alex could see strands of platinum blond hair escaping. Finally, she had dark glasses covering her eyes and black leather gloves covering each hand.
She held her hand out for Rufus to shake. When he did his brow furrowed.
"What's this?" He asked aloud and removed the glove covering her right hand. There was commotion from Victoria's two male counterparts.
"Why the nerve!" One shouted.
"Its quite alright, boys." She assured them. "It appears he's as clever as he looks. My facade has been found out." Her voice was deep and lathered with a southern Texas accent.
"Rufus, what's going-?" Alex stopped as Rufus finished removing the glove.
Victoria's hand was a dark bronze color and shimmered in the sunlight. As she moved her fingers the gears in her knuckles revved and whined.
"Its a clockwork hand, Alex!" Rufus pulled a pair of glasses from his pocket to magnify his gaze. "And masterful craftsmanship if I do say so myself." Rufus had his nose pressed to her hand, it looked like he was kissing it.
"Yes, I lost it a year or so ago when the werewolves first appeared." At that Rufus dropped her hand and stepped backward. Alex withdrew his revolver. The two men aggressively approached them.
"What's all this?" Alex asked. He pointed the gun at the group, cycling through them.
"If you'd kindly put the revolver down, Mr. Rochester." Victoria asked. "I have no affliction."
Alex wasn't convinced.
"Ya, see." She went on. "Back when they first started attacking us, our cattle would show up shredded t' bits. An' us being cattle folk, that was our income. So my daddy goes and buys the best American exterminator that could said could buy." She glances at the ground. "But he was a coward an' a fake. So I took it upon myself to take care o' the pest. But see, I was careless and one o' 'em done bit my hand. In fear o' changin' my daddy sliced my arm off." She motioned to her elbow. "All the way up t' here."
"And you're sure that was that?" Alex asked.
"Quite." She replied.
"It could work, in theory, Alex." Rufus began. "Assuming that her father wasted no time and got the appendage off before the virus could spread up the arm." He turned to Victoria. "Did you have any fever? Or Lycanthropic symptoms?"
"I had one hell'ava fever, I tell ya'" She laughed and started putting her glove back on. "But it wa'n't no lycanthropic fever. Just the kind ya' get from having yer arm cut clean off."
"I see." Rufus said. He leaned over to Alex's ear. "What do you think?"
"You're the brains, my stout balding friend." Alex said.
"Very true." Rufus replied. He looked back to Victoria. "Would you be at all opposed to me performing a few tests of my own on you?"
"How dare you insult-!" One of the big guys shouted. Victoria cut him off.
"Now now, Kurk. They're the experts, so their government claims, if they would feel better after I passed a few o' their tests, then fine by me." She turned to Alex. "We have bigger problems after all." He nodded.
She motioned to a zeppelin some ways to her left. "Well, we had better not keep the pilot waiting all damn day. It takes us about six days to make it t' New Mexico."
"Right." Alex said. They all began walking.
Victoria walked up next to Alex.
"Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to be Alexander Rochester, the Olympian, would you?"
"The same." He replied. Victoria's mouth dropped.
"Wow, isn't that something?"
"And how many o' them medals did'ya win there, boy?" Kurk asked.
"Gold: seven, in total." Alex replied. He sounded as though he hated this subject. Like it was something he had put behind himself.
"Seven?" Kurk asked.
"Yes, but only three still belong to me."
"And what might those be?" Victoria probed.
"Broad Jump, Steeplechase and Gymnastics Vault." Alex said dryly.
"Wow, that's some list." Kurk said. "A bit all over th' place."
"Alex doesn't like people to tell him 'no'. So he tried every event they'd let him." Rufus said.
"And walked away with seven gold medals." Victoria finished.
"And a few dozen more silver and bronze." Rufus added.
"Ain't that somethin'." Kurk said.
"Can you figure what our first set of silver bullets was made of?" Rufus asked as they arrived to the air ship.
"A silver medal?" Kurk asked.
"You Americans sure didn't take your brains when you left us." Alex added. There was a pause. "It was my silver medal for discus throwing."
"Well, I hope you British chaps brought more silver medals." Kurk said as they all began to board the ship. "Cuz we got one hell'ava werewolf problem."
-Sir Jestro
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