Wrecker of Engines: Tales of Cobalt City's Adventurers Club
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Dive into the complete collection of tales from the Cobalt City’s Adventurers Club. From the gaslight mysteries of the nineteenth century, to mayhem in the twentieth century, to high-tech thrills of the twenty-first century, explore the city with its champions. Meet two generations of Wreckers, American Spirit, Wild Kat, and more. This expanded edition includes the beloved novella "Wrecker of Engines" plus new stories and bonus content.
Welcome to Cobalt City, where the adventures keep changing but some superheroes are timeless.
Rosemary Jones
ROSEMARY JONES is the author of the Arkham Horror novels Mask of Silver, The Deadly Grimoire, and The Bootlegger’s Dance. She is an ardent collector of children’s books, and a fan of talkies and silent movies. Her other works include Wrecker of Engines (Cobalt City 20th Anniversary edition), Dungeons & Dragons’ Forgotten Realms novels, numerous novellas, short stories, and collaborations.
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Wrecker of Engines - Rosemary Jones
Wrecker of Engines
Tales of Cobalt City's Adventurers Club
Rosemary Jones
Claws of the Dragon Queen
is copyright 2010.
Location, Location, Location
and Fortunes for the Brave Heart
are copyright 2011.
Prologue
and Wrecker of Engines
are copyright 2012.
Paper Dragons, Electric Wings
is copyright 2021.
All other stories are copyright 2024.
All rights reserved.
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Other Cobalt City Universe Stories
By Nathan Crowder
Greetings From Buena Rosa (2006, Timid Pirate Publishing)
Ride Like the Devil (2007, Timid Pirate Publishing; reprinted 2018, DefCon One Publishing)
Chanson Noir: Protectorate Vol. 1 (2009, Timid Pirate Publishing)
Cobalt City Blues: Protectorate Vol. 2 (2010, Timid Pirate Publishing)
Cobalt City: Los Muertos (2014)
Cobalt City: Ties that Bind (2015; reprinted 2018, DefCon One Publishing)
Cobalt City: Resistance (2018)
The Calling: Red Stag & the Wild Hunt Vol. 1 (2020)
Warlock Rising (Mad World Cycle Book 1) (2024, DefCon One Publishing)
The Carcosa View (Mad World Cycle Book 2) (2024, DefCon One Publishing)
By Amanda Cherry
Rites & Desires (2018, Def Con One Publishing)
Time & Again (2024, DefCon One Publishing)
By Erik Scott de Bie
Eye for an Eye (originally published as a part of Cobalt City Double Feature, 2012, Timid Pirate Publishing; reprinted 2018, DefCon One Publishing)
We Are the Champions (2023, DefCon One Publishing)
By Amanda Cherry and Erik Scott de Bie
Femmes Fatale (2022, DefCon One Publishing)
Bad Intentions (Femmes Fatale 2) (2023, DefCon One Publishing)
By Rosemary Jones
Wrecker of Engines (originally published as a part of Cobalt City Rookies, 2012, Timid Pirate Publishing)
By Dawn Vogel
Sparx and Arrows (2016, DefCon One Publishing)
Coast to Coast Stars (2020, DefCon One Publishing)
Sure Shot in Las Capas: The Case of the Absent Star (2021, DefCon One Publishing)
Avatar of Freya (2022, DefCon One Publishing)
Brother's Keeper (2023, DefCon One Publishing)
By Jeremy Zimmerman
Kensei (originally published as a part of Cobalt City Rookies, 2012, Timid Pirate Publishing; reprinted 2014, DefCon One Publishing)
The Love of Danger (2015, DefCon One Publishing)
The Devil, You Say (2015, DefCon One Publishing)
Snowflake War Journal (2016, DefCon One Publishing)
Kensei Tales: Offensive Driving (2016, DefCon One Publishing)
Kensei Tales: It's the Great Yule Cat, Jamie Hattori (2016, DefCon One Publishing)
Kensei Tales: Live and In Concert (2017, DefCon One Publishing)
Kensei Tales: Unorthodoxy (2017, Def Con One Publishing)
Cobalt City Anthologies
Cobalt City Christmas (2009, Timid Pirate Publishing)
Cobalt City Timeslip (2010, Timid Pirate Publishing)
Cobalt City Dark Carnival (2011, Timid Pirate Publishing)
Cobalt City Double Feature (2012, Timid Pirate Publishing, featuring Eye for an Eye by Erik Scott de Bie and The Place Between by Minerva Zimmerman)
Cobalt City Rookies (2012, Timid Pirate Publishing, featuring Tatterdemalion by Nikki Burns, Wrecker of Engines by Rosemary Jones, and Kensei by Jeremy Zimmerman)
Cobalt City Christmas: Christmas Harder (2016)
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Contents
Dedication
Prologue: Cobalt City 1898 – Extra! Extra! Electric Girl Disappears!
Cobalt City 1910 – The Adventurers Club Opens
Cobalt City 1917 – Calculations of Destruction
Cobalt City 1949 – Claws of the Dragon Queen
Cobalt City 1976 – Significance of Numbers and Names
Cobalt City 2005 – Location, Location, Location
Cobalt City 2006 – Fortunes for the Brave Heart
Cobalt City 2012 – Wrecker of Engines
Chapter 1: The Adventurers Club
Chapter 2: Upstairs and Downstairs
Chapter 3: In the Library
Chapter 4: Messages Received and Sent
Chapter 5: Danger in the Stacks
Chapter 6: The Cat Came Back
Chapter 7: Who Are You?
Chapter 8: The Electric Girl in the Machine
Chapter 9: Sewers and Traps
Chapter 10: Power of Heroes
Chapter 11: Finding Lizzie
Epilogue: Cobalt City 2019 – Paper Dragons, Electric Wings
Afterword: The Women of the Press
Acknowledgements
About the Author
About the Artist
Dedication
For Dawn, Janay, and Rosie: You made this book beautiful in so many ways.
Prologue: Cobalt City 1898 - Extra! Extra! Electric Girl Disappears!
The lightning-powered battery of her two-wheeler buzzed with the urgency of a thousand bees. Lizzie Blythe leaned over her iron handlebars and shot the bike under the startled nose of a dray horse. The shouts of the carter followed her down the street.
The rising sun tinted the windowpanes pale pink as she sped past the Parkside mansions. Luckily, the streets were empty except for the iceman, the dairy cart, and a few other odd tradesmen making their way to the back entrances of Cobalt City's great mansions.
Heaving on the stiff handlebars, Lizzie rounded the corner. Behind her, she heard the startled squeak of a housemaid who had opened a casement window to shake out her feather duster.
My stars! It's one of those science heroes,
the maid exclaimed.
Onward Lizzie raced, ignoring the shouts and cries behind her, desperate to reach her destination. Already the wood and leather grips beneath her clutching fingers felt more insubstantial. The clack of her wheels sounded a litany of if only ... if only ...
If only she was rushing to the office with a scoop, ready to pound her typewriting machine with the headlines of the day.
In her head, she could see her friend Charlie ripping the copy from her hand and running for the door, yelling as he went. Then the page falling into shape as the nimble-fingered pressmen slung the metal letters into place. Almost, she could hear the comforting roar of the giant presses as the ink rained onto the paper and the news went out into the world.
But the headlines rattling through her head broke her heart. Cobalt City's mighty heroes conquered. The Six-Shooter, Appleseed Angus, the Lady Detective, the Steel Suffragette, and more. All vanished into the villain's calculating engine.
Even Pharaoh's Ghost had disappeared during the last conflagration. Lizzie wondered if the mysterious magician still lived. She had thought him indestructible. But then, she once considered herself a fair match for any evil that rose in Cobalt City. And she had lost that bet at dawn.
With the same grim determination that drove her across the rooftop of the madhouse in pursuit of Burning Bertha, she gritted her teeth and rode on. She snagged that story. She captured the villainess and proved herself to the others. Now she must survive, if only to honor their friendship and trust in her. There was still time, a few precious minutes. She was almost there. The place where the Steel Suffragette had promised her safety.
The enormous oak door already stood open at the top of the steps. The butler waved her forward. Hurry, miss, hurry!
Lizzie leaped from her bike and ran. Even as she sprinted forward, each footstep sounded fainter and fainter as she faded from the world.
Cobalt City 1910 - The Adventurers Club Opens Its Doors
The ribbons had been cut, the champagne drunk, and the reporters sated by a truly sumptuous feast. Joanne Morrison Quincy DeCamp even descended via her electric elevator car to say a few words of welcome to the assembled throng. She promised them that long after she was gone, her home would remain a place where adventurers of all types would be welcome. The explorers of lost cities, the climbers of mountains, the hunters of big game, the raiders of ancient tombs, and those who sought to build steam-powered rockets to take them to the moon would find sanctuary in her stately mansion. My libraries are your libraries. My laboratories and electrical marvels are yours,
she said, in a voice remarkably strong for a woman nearing the century mark. Use them well. The world is at peace. The time has come for us to explore the limits of our abilities and beyond. Let us usher in a new age of heroes for the twentieth century in honor of the science heroes and the wonders lost to us. Let this be an age when ordinary men and women prove themselves to be adventurers in the best sense of the word. Make this home, this club, be a place of meeting, of inspiration, and of rest when needed.
After the rounds of applause, remarkably strong given the amount of drink and food already consumed and longing glances that some gave the overstuffed couches filling the library on the first floor, DeCamp left the room, leaning heavily on the arm of her butler Tidwell.
In her own chambers, once more settled in her favorite armchair, DeCamp viewed the single glass of port placed at her elbow with a look of heavy disfavor. There was a time when you would have brought me the entire bottle and a beef steak to go with it.
Yes, ma'am.
Tidwell moved silently around the room, tidying an already overly tidy space. A spare, dark-haired man with a somewhat cadaverous cast to his face, he had been in service to DeCamp for many decades.
Tidwell,
said DeCamp, I must tell you that of all the many injustices I have encountered in a long and adventurous life, the greatest of all is growing old. It is simply salt in the wound that you do not change.
Understood, ma'am.
Tidwell came to a full halt in front of DeCamp's chair. Should I age?
Why bother? I will be gone soon. There must be someone to look after our guests. You appear exactly the right age to assert some authority over the younger ones while failing to offend the older. I predict in time they will simply accept you as a fixture, much like the elevator or the telegraph machine in the basement.
Very good, ma'am. I will try to be as unobtrusive and as helpful a fixture as possible.
DeCamp nodded and sipped her port. Above the mantel, the portrait of a woman, the woman she once loved, looked down on her. The actress Sybil Campbell, dressed in silver armor and mounted on a white charger. The painter had portrayed her in her greatest role, as the young Joan of Arc leading the armies of France. DeCamp wondered if any remembered that the Steel Suffragette had worn the same armor when combatting villains in the city's streets. She had given her considerable resources to support the Steel Suffragette's campaigns against the injustices of inequality and servitude suffered by so many. But her wealth had not been enough to save Sybil. Still, she would do what she could to preserve the Steel Suffragette's legacy and guard the last slender hope that her greatest protégé, the Electric Girl, would return to Cobalt City.
You know what you must do, Tidwell,
she reminded her servant.
Certainly, ma'am.
After DeCamp fell asleep in her chair, Tidwell placed a well-worn wool blanket across the old woman's knees. Do not worry,
he said softly, so as not to disturb but only guide whatever dream caused the restless stirring of DeCamp's hands. I will protect this house. I will protect her. I will guard as I was meant to guard all who dwell within, even as the century advances.
In the basement, a calculating machine ticked away the hours, quietly humming to itself. A small ribbon of paper spooled out the headlines of the day, and the most recent headline read The Adventurers Club Opens Its Doors.
Cobalt City 1917 - Calculations of Destruction
Kimball Wilde eyed the giant globe in the corner of the library. Sitting on a large leather chair that left his five-year-old legs dangling above a multicolored carpet of Arabian Nights splendor, he calculated how he could traverse over the back of the chair, slither under the oak table, and, crawling on his belly, rise to spin the globe like the heroes of his favorite stories. A wiggle put one toe upon the leather cushion, ready to begin his adventure.
Kimball, be still,
said his father without turning around.
Kimball restrained a sigh. The great adventure of crossing an ocean with his father and a seasick nanny had lost some luster since they had landed in Cobalt City. Despite all the reported dangers, they had not even sighted a single U-Boat in the days on the water. Then, after one or two experiments in the hotel's fascinating boiler room, Kimball had either been confined to quarters or escorted under fatherly guard on all excursions. Worse, with Nanny Singh still incapacitated, his austere parent had developed the ability to know exactly what Kimball was planning at any minute.
The butler returned to the library. All the guests are assembled, Mr. Wilde.
Thank you, Tidwell,
said Kimball's father. This should not take long. We greatly appreciate the use of the Adventurers Club.
Anything to help bring this war to an end.
Quite.
His father turned his attention to Kimball once more. No running like Akeela, no jumping like Mowgli, no slithering like Ka, no stalking like Bagheera, nor removal of books from the shelves to climb the shelves like a bandar log.
Yes, sir.
Kimball sighed, but then brightened when he realized that the spinning of globes had not been included on his father's list. Nor anything that would prevent him from delving into the mantle clock's fascinating cogs and wheels. A quick perusal of the mantle clock and he began calculations on how swiftly he could climb the mantle, remove the clock's gears, and construct a mechanical man to march across the library and spin the globe so large and temptingly still in the corner.
Also, no spinning of globes and no dismantling of anything,
added his father.
Yes, sir,
Kimball repeated, now thoroughly crushed.
Perhaps I could take the boy,
offered the butler. We have a very unusual calculating machine in the basement. He may find it of interest.
Mr. Wilde glanced at the butler. Kimball saw a rare look of uncertainty cross his father's narrow face. Were you with Mrs. DeCamp? I seem to remember seeing you here when my wife and I visited.
The year before the Adventurers Club was established. I had the pleasure of serving Mrs. DeCamp then and staying on,
answered the butler. She always enjoyed her niece's company.
But not the English adventurer who her niece married?
A brief grin lightened his father's face. Unusual for any discussion regarding his much-mourned mother, and enough to distract Kimball.
Mrs. DeCamp had very strong views concerning men, especially her husbands,
said the butler.
I do recall that amused my wife considerably,
said his father. Very well, take Kimball to see the calculating machine. And Kimball, remember, no dismantling of any engine, no matter how great or how small.
Certainly, father,
answered Kimball, as he slid off the chair and onto the carpet that gave an unexpected ripple under his feet. I will be careful and promise not to wreck anything.
He followed the butler down the long hallway. When they entered the elevator and pulled the cage door shut with a satisfying bang, the butler said the most thrilling thing Kimball had heard in a very long time. Would you like to pull the handle?
With complete concentration, Kimball manipulated the handle to the down position and felt the elevator respond with a satisfying bump. Their descent took only seconds, but a little more manipulation of the handle was needed to level the elevator with the outer floor.
Quite good, Master Kimball,
said the butler.
Kimball smiled as they moved down another long hallway toward the fascinating sounds of clicks, clangs, and the faint ringing of a bell. When they entered the room from which the noise emitted, the butler moved around the perimeter, switching on electric lights. Fascinated by all he saw, Kimball stood, finally still, in the center of a room filled with more machinery than even the hotel's boiler room.
Brass levers and scrollwork decorated gleaming wooden boxes topped with mysterious tubes made of molded glass. A faint buzzing sound came from the flickering electric bulbs. Cloth-covered cords crisscrossed the walls, while glass pneumatic tubes disappeared into the ceiling. A great row of metal boxes filled the far wall. Adorned with dials, gauges, and interesting slits in the front, the very air crackled with electricity. With a thrill, Kimball observed an arc of blue light transfer from one metal globe to another located on top of the machine.
What is it?
he asked.
A telegraph receiver, for starters. But much modified by its inventor. It was built along the principles of Babbage's Analytical Engine.
But it has been electrified.
Kimball walked closer for a look.
Oh, yes. The gentleman who invented it was convinced electricity would allow him to gain control over the entire city. This invention helped him stay informed and communicate his plans to his minions. Today, it allows us to speak to the entire city.
Tidwell pointed at the telegraph key and other items gathered in front of the machine. To the world. To learn of new heroes as they rise ... and as they fall. It is an oracle of sorts. One designed for the coming years.
It's wonderful.
Kimball paced the length of the machine and back. It was the most beautiful thing Kimball had ever seen, a machine of such gorgeous complexity that it should last forever, to amaze others as it bewitched him. Although given the electrification, it is more like Babbage's designs for the Difference Engine.
Tidwell blinked. You seem very well informed.
I am nearly six, and I learned to read from Nanny when I was four. Since then, I have studied machines.
Largely he read so he could understand the easiest way to dismantle mechanical devices. Looking at this machine, his fingers fairly itched for a wrench and a screwdriver.
The machine made a clicking and whirring noise. A small white card dropped out of a slot in the front, falling into a wire basket placed to catch it before the card hit the floor.
Tidwell reached into the basket and examined the card. For you, sir,
he said with a slight bow, handing the slip of paper to the mystified Kimball.
Welcome to the Adventurers Club,
Kimball read aloud and added with some delight, Mr. Kimball Wilde.
With wide eyes, he looked up at Tidwell. How did the machine know my name?
Tidwell smiled. I sent a message just before I invited you to tour this room.
A message?
We have a telegraph key in the hallway. As well as a telephone. In fact, we recently installed phones in all the guest rooms. There is a full switchboard on the ground floor. I informed her I was bringing a guest.
Kimball had noticed the switchboard at their hotel in Cobalt City but had been firmly forbidden by his father from even asking for a demonstration from the friendly switchboard ladies. The laughing women had expressed some disappointment, as Kimball had made a point of being on his best behavior,
as Nanny called it, prior to being apprehended by his father in the switchboard room.
May I see the switchboard?
Kimball asked, wondering if Tidwell would let him connect a call or two.
Certainly. But would you like to ask her any questions before we return upstairs?
Tidwell waved at the calculating machine and a few lights flashed in a friendly fashion on its top.
What type of questions? Mathematical equations?
Kimball knew Babbage's various engines had been designed for complex calculations.
You may ask anything you wish.
Tidwell indicated a telegraph key on a small box in the center of the room. We use that to communicate with her, although I am working on adapting a phone so we can speak directly with each other.
Kimball was glad the machine could do more than mathematical equations. There was so much he wanted to know, so much that could not be answered by the simple addition or subtraction of numbers. When contemplating these questions, he found himself unusually at a loss for words. Then, quite clearly, a question came to him.
Kimball stepped forward and, without waiting for Tidwell, began tapping out his question on the telegraph key. While on the ship crossing the Atlantic, he had spent many hours in the communications room, watching, listening, and learning how to manipulate such a key. With a delicate precision that would have astounded his father, he tapped out his question.
The machine's electric bulbs brightened. Various chimes rang and the arrows on a few meters quivered, then shifted from side to side. A whirring sound and click preceded the dropping of a white card into a small brass tray.
Tidwell stepped forward, retrieved the card, and handed it to Kimball.
The boy read it and then looked puzzled at the butler. 'Beware the mechanical man.' I don't understand.
What question did you ask?
Kimball blushed slightly. How I could help my father win the war. It's so important to him.
Then this advice should help you do that,
said Tidwell. But how or why that particular answer had been dropped into the tray, he could not explain. She has her informants, but the energy to speak more fully eludes her. We are working on improvements.
Kimball, however, found this information even more mystifying than the white card he had slipped into his pocket. Who is she?
The electric soul in the heart of the machine.
A bell chimed higher on the wall and Tidwell extracted yet a third card, this one from a slot in the side of the fascinating construction. Ah. More guests have arrived. I am sorry to cut this visit short, but I must return to the main floor. Perhaps you will help me with the elevator again?
Distracted by the running of the elevator, Kimball asked no more questions about the machine in the basement. Upon returning to the library, he found the room was now occupied by two new guests, as well as his father.
Kimball's father stood at the edge of the room looking over a series of maps and diagrams with a white-haired woman clad in black.
Kimball retrieved the leatherbound atlas and seated himself on an ottoman near his father. He turned the pages slowly, wondering at the twisting rivers and outlines of rugged coasts, dreaming of setting sail in a pirate ship to the other side of the world.
I cannot like it, Isabelle,
Kimball's father said to the woman. "This