What is Finknottle plotting?

Some men in suits came by the office to retrieve the word juicer several days ago. They had official looking orders written in a script that I was unfamiliar with, but since the 19th century engineering bohemoth has been sitting idle for months, just stinking up the place - I signed off on the removal. Now it turns out the the Fink has made contact with his former circles. He's managed to escape the island or the confines of his invisible box or whatever and make his way to New Caledonia. Nothing good can come of this...