Evan appears, click-hissing as he does so. From what I can tell, only one leg’s got clockwork in it. He limps into the room shooting me a look that says I’m the reason he got pulled away from his favorite past-time. Judging from the blood splattered on his uniform, I don’t think I wanna know.
“Give me the gun, Dilan,” he sighs, like he can’t possibly think of a more boring thing to do.
Dilan hands over his gun and then pulls a serrated knife from his boot before giving it to Evan as well. Evan stands there with his hands held out for the items, his eyes staring at the space above Dilan’s head and his face set in a mournful expression. As soon as he’s in possession of the weapons, he turns and limps back out the door.
Dilan lowers himself into the chair and smiles apologetically at me.
“I know it’s customary to let the lady have the chair, but you’ll have to excuse me. These clockwork joints aren’t the most comfortable things to be standing on for long periods of time.”
I don’t answer as he rolls up his pant leg, revealing a metal calf of a golden bronze color. It’s obviously some kind of outer plating. The plating extends past his knee, but he doesn’t allow me to see how far. He pulls a knob up by his knee and the plating on the inside of his leg swings open, allowing me to see the gears and gadgets inside. He begins to crank and wind, repairing something.
“So, I’m sure you have questions…” Dilan prompts.
I look at him in disbelief. He walked in and mowed down my kidnappers not even ten minutes ago (by the way, they’re still over there cooling on the floor) and he’s decided we’re gonna be all chummy now? I decide that I can probably speak my mind since he’s apparently unarmed.
“Yeah, who or what the heck are you?”
His lips twist in a small smile, half hidden by his shaggy hair. He remained silent for a few moments, cranking the inside of his fake leg. Then he shut the thing with a hollow clang and looked up at me, resting his elbows on his knees.
“I am a Timekeeper.”
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