“Evidently. I would assume they are charged with the same unholy energy a saboteur I fought on Mystique was equipped with.” The Clockwork Man guessed, holstering his pistol after replacing three rounds he had unloaded into the back of Arty’s final opponent. Without any further speech, the Clockwork Man strode through the messy corridor past the corpses of every guard that had been set against the duo. 

“We need to head up.” The Clockwork Man told Arty, when he reached the far end of the corridor and the predictably shut entry point to the higher levels. “And they should have invested in better security.” He added smugly, brushing one hand against the metallic shutter and sending a pulse of magic into its woefully undefended mainframe. The sharp spike momentarily shut down every system on the floor, before reactivating and rebooting, causing the door to jump upwards accommodatingly. 

“I’m growing tired of this.” The Clockwork Man said darkly, his good humour rapidly disintegrating as his patience was tried. He began to exhume large quantities of Technomagic, permeating the walls and steps as he climbed, taking over sections of the strange technology with apparent ease. Before he even reached the top the sealing door had opened for him, leaving the way clear into the main room where he hoped the Mystan would be found.

“You have something of mine.” He called, making his intentions very clear as his pistol flew into his hand and began to whir.