Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"They’re heading west, westbound, towards the train station," the old man concluded after his thoughts. He looked at the killer, "They’re going to leave."

"Every night at nine o’clock, a train arrives at the station. We’ll head to the train station and catch them all in one go, how about that?" the old lady inquired.

"Catching them all in one go is a good idea; it’s settled then. But considering there might be more henchmen showing up uninvited, I need to dig up the fellows in the yard. Dear, please go to our yard and get our motorcycle out. We’ll need it to transport them, or else walking to the train station with them in tow, we’d become this year’s funniest dead former Judges of the Church of Justice and his assistant," he said.

"No problem, my love, I’ll go get the car out and you pick out what we need," the old lady replied, releasing the curtain and looking back at him with deep affection.

"Of course, we need to put on the lining, then slot the boards into the lining," her husband remarked, referring to the work they had always been doing.

"Just the front boards will suffice," the old lady said. "We’re old now and can no longer be fully armed as we used to be."

"Of course, but we don’t need the back boards since behind us stands a great city," the old man added.

At that moment, the two aged hands held each other’s.

"For our Lord, may He have mercy," he said.