For Deacon, it was like striking gold. He went through the various tool belts and picked out the things he thought would be most useful and stored it in the one largest belt. The kept thinking how it was great that he had found things he could use to recreate the trick. He was more determined now to do that. Among the tools was a large wrench, which he hefted to his shoulder.<br/><br/>"This is perfect. Someone left this long enough to run the gas out. I dont think they will mind me borrowing this stuff. Anything you want?"