Cisco smiled. “Oh thanks, Felicity,” he said sarcastically. He jogged over and set up a test dummy across the room. He walked back once the dummy was set and grabbed his new weapon and pointing it at the dummy, he closed his eyes and braced himself, pulling the trigger. There was a voosh noise, and Cisco was thrown backward by the force of the blast.
Felicity smirked and hit record. It was like watching someone who had been jerked by a rope around their waist, “CISCO!” she cried out running into the room to check on her friend.
Cisco looked up at Felicity from where he lay across the room, holding a hand to his throbbing head. “Wow, that was quite a throwback,” he said, looking around him for the weapon that flew from his hand.
Cisco backup 