“Some time? Yeah, thanks bud. I really needed to know that.” He said with a hint of sarcasm. “No, it probably wouldn’t. It would probably set the whole thing off. Do you think there are any tools around? Maybe a janitor’s closet or something?” He asked, standing up. “Maybe you can help me.”
Mark tilted his head a little at Cisco’s question, and couldn’t help but laugh. “Tools? I don’t know what you need exactly but…” he held up the bag he was carrying – Lisa’s purse – and shook it. There had been a number of reasons he hadn’t put it down, partly because he needed a place to stash all the stuff he’d been taking, and partly because it wasn’t like a Snart to go anywhere unprepared. Mark pulled out a smaller black bag, mentally apologizing about going through a woman’s purse, but Lisa would have to get over it. “It’s used to stealing, not defusing bombs, but there are screw drivers, and picks and shit in there. Maybe it could help?”
“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?”
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