Justin Fisher - The Gold Thief

Ned felt himself blush and looked to Lucy, who smiled at him and nodded.

“Now, get your heads straight – we move tonight,” ordered Benissimo, before tipping his hat to Ned and retiring to his trailer.

The Tinker turned to Ned. He had the same unkempt bristles as ever and his lab coat and pockets were even more a forest of screwdrivers than the last time they’d met. He was also rather embarrassed.

“Master Armstrong, sir, I am most sorry that you had to see that. You know I’d do anything to keep you safe, but Guardians are no laughing matter. No matter what Madame what’s-her-name says.”

“Guardian?”

“Soldier-class and supposedly banned; how she got her hands on one I’ll never know. As if there wasn’t enough going on already, with Gearnish going dark, and …”

The little minutian suddenly looked close to tears.

“I heard about your city,” said Ned. “I’m so sorry, Tinks.”

“You’ve nothing to be sorry about, Master Ned. What little family I have left is still there and, well, if anyone knows how I feel, it must be you, sir.”

For maybe the first time since he’d stepped through the mirror Ned realised that he wasn’t alone. That his old friends needed him just as much as he needed them.

“Then we’ll just have to get them back, Tinks,” he said. “Your family and mine.”

“That’s the spirit, sir,” offered the Tinker with a smile.

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