Gadget frowned, "and you are sure this enormous weapon thing is one of the Clanks that fellow 'opkins mentioned?".
"Suggestive but inconclusive. Density analysis of grease residue deposits matches those recovered from debris at the Van Creed warehouse" stated Unit 33, "and magnetic field analysis suggests identical grade Iron. They use the same supplier".
With waaaaaay to much clebratory absinthe inside him, Gadget tried to make his way home after the party. Realising that his legs would not co-operate with that plan, he managed to crawl onto a strange looking boat that happened to be moored nearby. Finding a comfy nest in the cargo hold behind some crates, he fell fast asleep.
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Gadget sat on the roof of the <13 Club Headquarters and stared out across the town. The sense of collective relief was palpable. The grinding hum and clatter of normal life in the city had returned, along with the echoes of revellers enjoying the festive cheer.