The Assassins of Steampunk

"Aw, no boy, we aren't letting your father take her!" Rust growled, her usually honeysuckle voice was now a gravelly, menacing death threat for the master's son. Rust glanced at the clock and pulled out her fan and muttered the Latin words softly. She glared at the boy, well, hardly a boy, he was seventeen, and he knew more than he was letting on. Rust set the edge of her fan on his neck and groaned. "I hate this part of my job, are you ready to meet your maker?" Rust smirked, her long black hair fell over her shoulders, she slit his throat and jumped out the window, onto the back of her strawberry roan appaloosa. She road back to the headquarters and got off of the half robotic, half horse horse.

Hail, the stable girl came out and smiled at Rust. Rust loved the little girl, she carefully tried not to touch her because Hail had powers. She was deadly. She could kill by touching, super natural. Rust walked into the meeting room, Storm was laying on top of the table, the first two tying things were undone on her corset, she was playing with her black kitten named DeLoris, the kitten had bright blue eyes. She licked her paw and sat it on Storm's face. Storm laughed and petted her. She sighed and when Rust spoke, it made her jump up.

"Holy crap! Rust, you freaked me out! You should be glad Elizabeth isn't here!" Storm cried out. She bobbed her blonde head of hair as she went to tie her corset. She moved and he skirt brushed the hardwood flooring as she went to and fro. She pulled a box off of the cupboard and smiled. "Perfect, Rust, this is a present from Elizabeth."