Eddie ducked, dodging the first blast of the shotgun. He reached into the bag and, using it as an extension of his own hand, swiped the shotgun aside as if he were hitting a tennis racket. “[b]Whoa whoa whoa, calm down man. I’m just here to give you your money back—all $110,000 that the robber took.[/b]” Eddie tossed the bag towards the resident, causing them to drop the shotgun in order to catch the money, and promptly dipped back outside of the fire escape. Taking a brief sigh of relief, Eddie looked at the wad of cash that he’d taken from that rather rude rob-ee, and grinned cheekily to himself... and then when he caught sight of his mutilated bag, his smile turned into gritted teeth. Well, at least he had some cash to work with. He picked up his bag of clothes, and deciding to ignore the disappearance of his bag of gear, went on his merry way to his hotel room, where he planned on taking a long ass nap. [spoiler]Anyways, the gear bag contained a few of those electromagnetic stars, the “hard” part of his outfit, and some extra equipment for his cameras that he couldn’t fit in his suitcase. [/spoiler]