There's a spark of that perhaps by now familiar neon glow, an assortment of tools silently falling from midair to land beside Akechi. There's a crowbar and screwdrivers, and a power tool or two.

Donnie's ducked back into the cab to keep working on the computer system, grumbling as he pulls at a handful of wire.

"If we can manage it. Probably won't hurt to get whatever we can while we can."