Brenner silently opens the window, making a quick circuit of the room to kill the lights before returning to the window. Wetting a finger to test wind speed and direction as a contemplative look grows on his face. Stretching the long rubber band, the old man takes careful aim at a hand plow [color=39b54a]"Last chance to clear the room, boys."[/color] he says, letting the band fly before closing the window and ducking down out of view.