She had opened one of the draws in the desk that sat in the small room, retrieving an item, before making her way outside. She had been able to tell that the man making his way over to the old stables, was one of the guests; well, unless robbers had taken to wearing tuxedos, that is. But she wasn't going to take any chances. Her father's old Webley gripped firmly in her hand, as she quietly made her to what was now her workshop.

It wasn't that she minded people seeing the inside of the converted stables; after all, most people would see it as nothing special, it full of cars that she was tweaking with, some motorbikes, the odd bicycle and a plane engine. But the fact was that it was her place, somewhere she really felt at home. It was where she and her father would spend all their time together, before he had passed away; meant that it was precious to her, so only those that were specially invited were allowed in. So, whoever this person was, they were going to be asked, as politely as she could, to leave, before the Webley came into play.

                                                             >>---------------------------------<<

Tommy made his way to the converted stables. The tips of this fingers ghosting over Mercedes, as he passed the cars that John had admired earlier that day, before making his way to a door that was cut into the much bigger doors that could be opened up so that the automobiles could be driven in and out. The head of the Shelby family firm not completely shocked to find that the door was unlocked, he doubting that many people came onto the estate. Tommy sure that there could be a gamekeeper or some other man with a large shotgun that would deter any one with ill intention.

Quietly he pulled his lighter from his pocket, flicking it into life, before pushing on the door and making his way inside the old building. He had to admit, as he moved further into the gloom, that nothing in the interior was all that surprising; there were copious amounts of tools, a few cars which were in various states of repair, three motorcycles, a few seemingly out of place bicycles, and other bits and pieces here and there. But what truly caught his attention was what sat in the middle of it all, as if lording it over all that surrounded it. A huge airplane engine, including propellers.

"Impressive, isn't it........?" A voice suddenly came. Tommy turning and blinking wildly, as the lights in the building flooded the space and blinded him for a moment. The ex-sapper shielding his eyes with his arm, until they slowly adjusted to the glare. Tommy watching as his host made her way into the old stables; only stopping as she reached the large engine. (Y/n) placing one hand on the piece of machinery, while the other kept a firm hold of the pistol.

"It is one of the four engines from a Junkers G38. Unfortunately, not even I can justify the whole plane; and I think that even though the people in the local villages are very good to me and put up with my planes and cars roaring through the air or down the streets, a plane the size of a Junkers, would be too much even for the most understanding of people. Though the local clergy don't mind me firing things up when it helps with their fund raising for repairs to the church rooves, or having the bells cleaned and retuned." (Y/n) explained, before turning to look at the man from Birmingham.

"Couldn't wait until tomorrow, huh? Was my party really that boring that you felt the need to sneak over here.......?" She continued, as she made her way over to Tommy. His eyes moving down to the weapon in her hand for a moment, before pulling the cigarette case from his pocket.

"If I had known I could get shot..........."

"Oh, this old thing........" (Y/n) holding up the gun and looking at it.

"Well, you know what they say, a girl can never be too careful. And as I didn't know that it was you that had let his curiosity get the better of him, I thought it prudent to bring it along. Oh, and I promise that you aren't in any danger, I do actually know how to use it; I'm not a bad shot, even if I do say so myself. I would have holstered it when I realised that it was you, but as you can see......." Tommy watching intently, as their hosted turned around.

"I have nowhere to put it..........This dress wasn't really made to conceal much of anything, never mind a gun........" She continued, as she made her way over to him, and placed the pistol on the workbench behind him.

"So.........." (Y/n) smiling, as she looked into the beautiful, yet sad eyes of the man from Small Heath.

"What do you think........? This is my favourite place in the world. My sanctuary. I can spend all day in here just tinkering with things, doing my best to get everything I can out of a machine. The smell of the oil reminds me of my father; of all the laughter we shared when he was teaching me to work on the engines; ignoring my mother, ignoring all the people that said that a young lady did not need to know such things, that it wasn't dignified. It reminds me of all the scuffed knuckled, broken, bloodied nails and cuts and bruises I would get while I took things apart. You see, Mister Shelby, this is what I know, this is what I do. I drive, I ride, and I fly. And even though it is true that I am a woman, you will not find a man that is as devoted to all this, as I am. It is in my blood." She explained, giving Tommy another smile, before she turned and slowly made her way over to one of the cars. The head of the Peaky Blinders letting out a plume of smoke which hung around him for a second, before drifting into the air. Tommy removing a piece of tobacco from his tongue before he spoke.

"Drive for us........."