The Steampunk Boiler Room

Wolfgang liked to fancy that he had a tool for every situation or he could turn something else into the right tool. He reached into the tiny pocket under his right arm. A paperclip swiftly straightened, He gram the wolf muzzle gave it a sharp twist to the right. It squealed as it turned but Wolfgang didn't hesitate, he plunged the paperclip into the wolf's eye. There was a click and the front on the behemoth opened. The machine halted. There was a gasp from the boy. High above him on a seat at the top of the machine was a...