[indent] [/indent][h3][hr][color=SandyBrown]Pebble “Pebs” Meyers[/color][/h3][hr][sup][@Alamantus][@Vertigo][/sup][indent] [/indent]
As it turns out, fishing for the key wasn’t as easy as Pebs had expected. Down went the hook once, twice, three times before she managed to get the hook down the drain successfully without catching it on the sides. Past that, it still took multiple attempts to figure out where the loop was in comparison to the hook, then some attempts to securely grab it without the hook slipping off. By the time she has it out the grate, which was another struggle in and of itself, she was thoroughly vexed and just about done with the entire situation.

[color=SandyBrown]“Let’s grab this stuff and get out of here,”[/color] she said, pushing the key into Duncan’s hands and walking over to the strewn pile on the counter. Into her bag went the bare speaker, the pliers, and the C battery, and into her pocket went the tangle of wires after she undid her previous handiwork.

[color=SandyBrown]“You think we’ll need this?”[/color] Pebs asked, raising the paper diagram from earlier up. [color=SandyBrown]“And we can probably put this truck together now since we have enough batteries. There doesn’t seem to be a remote though.”[/color]

As she spoke, she slotted the other D battery into the truck, then looked for a place to place the hook. 

[color=SandyBrown]“Screw this thing back on and we can get going,”[/color] she said, sliding the battery compartment lid on the table towards Duncan.