STEAM

Steam: Wesley

"Hey stop!" A man's voice shout. The other man runs into a crowd holding a woman's purse. "Stop that man!" The man shouts again. The thief ran across the bustling London street. The air was rather chilly and damp, but he was sweating like a pig. He turns thousands of corners, 1, 2, 5, 8. Hoping he'd lost the cop's endless whistling, he decided to turn one last corner.

However, he never thought that his plan would be ruined by a fair lady with a sticking out leather metal plated boot. He tripped hard and flew a few feet forward. "Ouch! Watch it lady!" The heavy accented thief said.

This lady lifted her umbrella. She was very beautiful. Her blood red lipstick shined, as did her perfectly white teeth. Her swirly brown hair was up in a bun, followed by a silver and gold clamp. The man gasps as she snatches the purse he's holding. "Give it ba-" The man is cut off by a sharp object pointed at his nose. It is a sword, for the young woman had pulled it out from her umbrella.

"Tsk. Tsk. This isn't even yours, darling!" She laughs. The thief turns his head in confusion. She lifts her boot and kicks him, clean in the head. The man falls back to the ground in a heap of pathetic. She puts her sword back in the umbrella and checks the contents of the purse. Her eyebrows perk up and she pulls out... a wrench. She inspects it. "This woman came prepared." She mummers.

As the late whistling of the cops run around the corner, the damsel-not-in-distress hand-cuffs the thief.

"Wesley! You caught him! He's been loose for weeks now!" A large man with a mustache called out to her.

"Well, it is my job, sir. Oh, yes. This purse belongs to a Janit Murium."

The police officer tips his hat for Wesley. She was polite and decided to curtsy. Wesley turned around and popped open her dark pink and black sword umbrella. Wesley walked away from the police officers and crime scene, as if nothing happened. She looks down at a watch on her arm. It had a leather strap and an intricate gearing for a watch. Several gears ticked in opposite directions and gold pointers pointed the time to 9:57.

"Oh crap. I'm going to be late." She says.

Her metal plated boots tapped on the ground as she held her hat that kept her hair down and ran around the corner.

Wesley ran 'round a cafe and ran into a stranger. They both toppeled to the floor. "Ouch..." she rubbed her head. The stranger stood up and held out a hand. "Pardon my recklessness." The voice was rough but soothing. This man was wearing a long black trench coat with dazzling purple eyes that will make the galaxies jealous.

"Oh no, pardon MY recklessne- OH! I have to go! Sorry, for-for running into you!" She exclaimed. Her sudden outburst of being late startled the man.

She ran across the brick street and entered a restaurant. She adjusted her hat and patted down her wild dress. The cafe was bustling with plate clattering and chatter. Her hard breathing echoed through the cafe."Oh, Madam... your dress... " An employee said. She looked down and saw that there was mud on her bum. She swiped the mud away and said," Oh. Haha... would you get a lady a towel please?" He nodded politely.

"Wesley! Over here!" A loud happy voice called out. Wesley directed her attention from her bum to a table across the restaurant. "Dana! " Wesley squeals and shuffles over to her. They both stand to give each other a hug. "Oh Wesley, it's great to be NORMAL before going to work. Am I right? " Dana kids. Wesley nods her head quickly.

"Oh, Madam, her is your towel. " A familiar smooth voice called out. "Thank you. "she turned her head to take the towel and didn't see the employee, but the man that she previously ran into.

"Oh. I didn't know that you worked here!" Wesley says. The man chuckles. "No, I don't, my dear. For I am a mere man who seeks the name of the beautiful creature bearing her company in front of me. My name is Beckshot Grisham. " She began to stutter at the sudden reveal of affection to her. The last man that confessed to her ended up wanting to court Dana.

"Haha, you must be mistaken. Look, this is my dear friend Dana, she works with me. You must be looking for HER. " Wesley takes Beckshot's hand and directs his attention to Dana. When she let go of his hands, Beckshot wouldn't let go of hers. He pulled her hand up and kissed it. The women around her gasped with sadness and awe. His purple eyes absolutely enchanted her. But she snapped out of it.

"My name is Eurial Memphis and this is my friend Jaxin Pursnup." She fakely introduced. The man lifted "Jaxin's" hand and kissed it. "I don't think that it is really proper for people to lie to some one who is trying to get to know them." Beckshot said.

"How do I know that YOUR name isn't Beckshot Grisham?" Wesley says. The man chuckles and puts his hands up in surrender," Caught in the act... Haha! Well, my dearest Wesley Fornbrite, my name is Phantom Treichman. But you may call me Tom. I just enrolled into the training program here in the good ole land of Steam Punk, London. And one of the fellow police men told me that you were meeting Ms. Dana here."

Wesley narrowed her eyes and lifted up his wallet. "Wait, wha-? Ahaha. You took my wallet."

"Can't be too sure." She took out his badge and bit it. Tom's eyebrow perked up with a rebellious grin. "Well, that's real." She says handing back Tom's wallet. "So, what do you specialize in Mr. Treichman?" She says formally while sitting down. Tom grabs a chair and sits on it. "Weaponry inventions, combat, and don't tell anyone this, but I'm working on a flying project."
"SO IS WESLEY!" Dana squeals. Both Tom and Wesley hush Dana simultaneously. "Really?" Wesley says. "You should be careful. Anything not useful to the policemen they will hrow it in the trash."

Wesley comes closeer to Wesley and she tilts her ear towards him. "You're saying this as if you've tried it before. " he chuckles. Wesley rolls her eyes," Oh tons of times, Mr. Treichman. " She sighs.

"Oh no. It's almost time for work! Dang it. This wasn't much a normal lunch..." Dana says sadly. "I truthfully apologize for interfering with your morning." Says Tom.

"Oh, apologies are not necessary! I blame Wes, here. For not knowing the new recruit." Dana says haughtily. Wesley sticks her tongue out. "Ok, we should ALL be on our way back to the station. Tom, what a thing to say, but you have a lot of work to catch up on." Wesley says. Dana chuckles and whispers," That's what she says to every recruit."

Tom's eyebrow perks up and a smile rips across his face as he folllows the girls out the door.