[Ferris Ironworks, Croydon]
The light of the morning sun dawns over the small town of Croydon. The factories plumbing parts of the sky in a darkish smokey haze, the guards that could be seen dressed in their uniforms checking around to make sure some of the shipment arrived on schedule and to make sure that nothing goes wrong, not to mention some of the lower-class people that would have been forced to work in the factories 24/7. Of course, living here in outside parts of central London would have been the same with workers forced to work their arse off over-hours and receive little pay. Not to mention the vicious street gang is commonly known as the "Blighters" that strikes fear into the citizens of the city.
But hidden deep in the shadows, were 5 hooded figures that could be seen hidden behind one of the trains that were stationed on the far right next to where some of the crates were at. "The iron ships from here. The Templar running things is Rupert Ferris, and our target one. Target two is Sir David Bruster, who's got his hand on a ball that could ruin us in this wretched war." One of the hooded figure said in deep in low tone. The hooded man peaks his head out from the side of the train, pacing around to make sure he hasn't been spotted "Think you four can handle it...?"Then, he would happen to hear a voice coming from behind"What a question..." The hooded man would turn, gaze upon the top side of the iron steel train where he could see two of the other hooded figures, one male, and one female looking down at him smirking "Oh right, my mistake, Ladies, and gentlemen, the unstoppable Frye twins; see them nightly at Covert Garden!" The hooded man from below said in an annoyed tone.