“Why do you have a purse?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “Nevermind, let me see the screwdrivers and stuff. Is there a mirror in there?”
He gave a sharp grin, “Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies, but unless you want us both to die by getting encased in gold rather than blowing up you’d better keep this to yourself,” Mark said and pulled a couple of small screwdrivers out of the bag, and some other pointy things that looked like they’d be good opening something, and slid them, and a compact mirror over to the younger man. “You know what you’re doing right?”
“I’m sure Lisa won’t mind. She tolerates me enough.” Cisco said with a grin, taking the tools from Mark. “Yes I know what I’m doing. I’m an engineer. I make things like this, I’m sure I can take it apart.” Cisco brought the screwdriver up to the collar with a shaky hand, with the mirror in the other. “If I just wouldn’t have gotten wasted tonight, I would have been able to help everyone.” He muttered under his breath as he shakily tried to fit the screwdriver.
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