"Tuckerino!" Art grinned and embraced Tuck in a hearty, back-slapping hug. "Happy late anniversary, old mate!" His knapsack hung off one shoulder, heavy with all the bits and bobs one might need to jury-rig some improvised traps. Sure, there were probably easier ways to put together an alarm system, cameras and motion sensors and such, but who had the money? Certainly not Art! But he'd been making do for years and he was none the worse for it.