Careful steps filled the building, was it night, was it day? None of that mattered to the trained eye of Beeswax. Moving through the rubble with graceful steps, he dodged and weaved, making his way towards a shiny item, a faulty bronze turbine, caught underneath several tons of hardened concrete. This posed the conundrum: how would he get it out? He paused in thought, situated close to the stuck machinery. Grabbing it with two hands, he exhausted the first option, he simply couldn't pry the turbine out. He'd hate to leave it. He could melt this for scrap, and in doing so allow him to design his next automaton.
With a click, he summoned down his observer. The machine stealthily dropped beside him, making scarce a noise than the clicking of its wind-up sphere. Arc stood taut, staring at the rubble a tree the exact same time. With a silent nod from Beeswax, Arc moved in, tried what Beeswax had done before. No change. This feat might have been doable if Anvil had came. They stood there, deep in thought. The dank darkness enveloped them, a drop of icy water dripped onto Beeswax's dirty scalp. Beeswax ruffled his hair and turned his head, tapping a tempo of impatience with his foot.
With the turn of his head, Beeswax spotted an upturned steel rod, also caught in rubble. "Grab it." Beeswax barked, under his breath; his breath frozen in the cold air. With an unnatural leap, Arc reached the rod and attempted to pull it out of the ground. Being unsuccessful. Arc delivered a sharp punch, swivelling his frame into the base of the rod. The steel-on-steel dented the rod, but it wasn't completely broken yet.
"Go on! Put some force into it!" Delivered Beeswax, Arc gritted his teeth (if he had any) and delivered another glancing blow. The sound reverberated through the factory. With one more direct punch, the rod snapped and spun, with a low twang as it landed on the floor. Taking the rod in hand, Arc made his way back to Beeswax's side. "Drive it in." Commanded Beeswax. Arc stepped back, placing force on the soles of his feet, preparing to launch himself into the air.
With a push, he launched himself up several feet, twisting in the air, albeit clumsily, and bringing down with him the sharpened steel towards the concrete as he fell. The force was great, and it pierced a good few inches into the rubble. It wasn't enough though. Raising the makeshift weapon above his head, he stabbed it down a number of times, finally tearing free the largest piece of rubble. Arc stepped back, as Beeswax brushed the rocks aside and gripped the bronze turbine, pulling it out with a sudden jerk.
Holding the turbine close to him, Beeswax prepared to leave with his bounty, with a stealthy gait. It was less than desirable to be seen with the turbine in hand... after all, this was most likely the product of a dead automaton.