Finally, all his work was done, piles of work had come and gone but he had dealt with them all with a brisk efficiency. It started to go dark outside, and that was the call for all the juniors to pack up and punch out, outside his office he heard sounds of clearing away and the clutter of feet on the wooden floorboards, the sound of clacking as people put their cards in the punch clock and cleared off, leaving a trail of echoed laughter and conversation behind them. Nikola remained in his seat a few moments longer, listening as at last the final person left and closed the door behind them, he released a long, exasperated sigh and rose from his chair. He moved like a breeze through his office and to the door, he stepped through and walked down the short hall to the main work area where all the chairs were tucked under tables and all the typewriters were stowed into their boxes, sat neatly by every typing machine was a tidy stack of papers, layers separated by colored card designating them to different departments and for different purposes.

Nikola went form table to table and turned off the green glassed desk lamps as he passed, picking up stacks of paper work and pulling chains with a practiced ease. He ferried piles of paper too and fro, dumping them into name designated cubbyholes for counting the next day, juniors were payed for every dozen copies of something or every sheet of calculations, every job payed differently but some were much faster, like copying, with the advent of carbon paper, a junior could make double the copies in half the time. Once done, Nikola returned to his office to pack his own things away. 

Upon finishing, Nikola left the office, he was tired from a long day's work and felt he deserved an early night's sleep. He stepped out into the refreshing evening air and took in a deep breath; The entrance to the building opened to a wide ledge that had been converted into a foot path up the side of the cliff face to higher up the town's super structure, on one side of the foot path was the canyon proper and on the right side was a more space carved into the side of the cliff so walkers didn't need to walk to close to the edge. Soon Nikola found himself walking the creaky planks of the air dock, the wooden panels squeezing beneath his feet, as he walked, his mind went back to the ship he saw earlier in the day. The Elegant plates, the massive gas envelope and the sound, the sound it made when it went by his window, it was intoxicating. Nikola use to fly planes and felt that flying an airship was always a cumbersome experience, but on the instances he was a passenger aboard one he loved it, the voyage would be so smooth, turbulence would not bean issue because of their size, riding along on an airship was like walking on a cloud.

As he fantasized about the mystery ship, it came into view, on a pier all on its own, moored with multiple lines and surrounded by creates. It was massive, huge compared to the tugs, haulers and small cargo boats that propagated around the wooden docks and piers, it could probably lug tons upon tons of salt and sulfur with ease but the open cargo bays told him that it wasn't doing much of that, as they were clean and lacking in tell tale dry rust. He approached it to find a dock hand sat on a create, counting money in his grubby gloved hands.

"[color=khaki]Boy! Who's ship is this?[/color]" The hand shoved his fistful of cash hastily into his jacket and snapped his head to Nikola, looking him up and down before narrowing his eyes and answering.

"Who's asking?" he replied wheezingly, Nikola raised an eyebrow.

"[color=khaki]Vanderbilt, Nikola,[/color]" He brushed his eyes over the man's dock jacket and spotted his companies sigil, "[color=khaki]I am a Clerk in the company you are currently employed in.[/color]" The hand looked as if he were going to be more cooperative.

Nikola stood in front of the tavern the dock hand directed him to and from the more lively then usual nature, he could tell that something was up. He was hoping the dockhand wasn't lying to him for some reason, he would get stern talking and maybe docked pay. He stepped in without hesitation into the dimly lit room, "Where can I find Captain Levi?" he called into the crowd.