"There," Holmes said, grabbing his deerstalker and a pair of brass goggles. "The archive is open, Watson. And it leads straight to the heart of the rebellion."
Watson tightened the valves on his leg, the metal glowing dull red. "Then let’s go, Holmes. I’ve a feeling this 'rar' contains enough heat to burn London to the ground." A.Study.in.Steampunk.rar
"The extraction," Holmes corrected. He stood, his long coat sweeping the floor. "The victim’s memories weren’t just stolen. They were archived. Compressed into a format the Scotland Yard analysts can’t even recognize." "There," Holmes said, grabbing his deerstalker and a