The Technicians

Robert crossed from the Catering Table Duo and over to the two Technicians frozen as they worked on the camera; the first was obviously the more senior of the two, being in his mid fifties with greying hair and a waistline that showed he was sadly fond of one pie and a pint too many. His ID identified his as "Malcom Driesdale, Senior Technician, News and Weather". His Junior was the exact opposite, being thin and lean with more baggy clothing and some evidence that he'd been a late bloomer when it came to puberty. The ID around his neck gave his details as "Mike Sprocket, Junior Technician, News and Weather".

Robert eyed the toolbag lying at the mens' feet as well as the tools being held by the two men "Now" Robert said, a big smirk on his face "How dumb do you think you'd look if you suddenly found yourself using the wrong tools for this job...?" and with that, he reached into the bag and pulled out a torch which he swapped for the screwdriver Malcom was holding in his hand. He then moved onto Mike and swapped the monkey wrench he was holding for a-well, Robert wasn't exactly sure what it was but he was certain it was probably not the thing Mike needed right now and slipped it into his hand.

He then dropped both mens' trousers and cleaned them out of watches, wallets and phones.