Arriving to his large house by carriage, the technocrat would walk up the steps and open his door which to his surprise would be locked.
Ah, right. The boy. "Gilbert! The door please." The technocrat would yell hoping his servant boy was nearby. There would be silence for a moment until small footsteps could be heard. "Hello" The boy would call out from behind the door.
"Gilbert it's me. Open up.""Not to be rude to whoever this is but how do I know you're the real Mr.Chisel?"
"Gilbert..." The man would say in irritable tone before the sounds in his mechanized arm started to stir.
"Sorry, sir!" Gilbert would say quickly unlocking the door and allowing the Technocrat to pass. The house was dark and quiet, the usual look of his untouched house. Ezekiel being a busy man rarely ever had time to spend leisurely at home. Most of the time he was either running his factories or in his own personal workshop inventing, being a dealer also adding on to his travels. He would turn on various lights as he would walk up the stairs to his office. Gilbert would follow, hesitant to speak. "Uhmm...sir. You're bleeding." He would say pointing at his own forehead.
"Right. Bring me a towel" The man would say entering into his office and searching through his bookshelves. The boy would run off before Ezekiel would have a chance to ask him for bandages.
It should be here somewhere... At first glance Ezekiel's bookshelf would like a regular filled with novels and literature, but really it is filled with books and journals holding many of his weapon blueprints and ideas, a few holding business information and etc.
"This one!" He would say snatching a book a flipping through the pages before sitting down at his desk and pulling the string on his desk light.
"Your towels, sir."
"Yes, yes." The technocrat would say snatching the towel and rubbing his forehead. He would stop flipping through the pages and stare at the present page he was on.
"Sir, if you don't mind me asking. At the party, was that th-"
"The 'vigilante' that's been out killing corrupt technocrats. Yes, I suppose so.""Oh. Are you scared he might be after you?"
The technocrat would chuckled as he started to rip several pages out of the book laid on his desk before discarding the towel on his desk.
"Boy, it's not the first time I've had someone who wanted to kill me." The boy would grab the towel as the man headed out of the office.
"But I must say, this one seems very crafty.""Yes, he seems....experienced in his line of work."
"That is why I need my own experience." He would say holding up the blue prints and papers that he tore from the book.
"Ready the carriage will you, boy.""Right away, sir" The boy would say running past the Technocrat and heading towards the carriages.
