“Why is it taking so long to get a damn burger? Don’t you guys precook this shit?” The server who passed his table glared at him, and Mark grumbled under his breath but fell silent because no matter how annoyed he was he didn’t want spit in his food. No matter how long he’d been out of the pipeline … Lets just say he was never going to take fast food for granted again, but waiting and patience had never been his strong suit.
Cisco had been sitting in Big Belly burger, minding his own business when he heard someone yelling about his food. Is that Mark Mardon? Weather Wizard? He thought to himself as he took a sip of his soda. He got up from his seat and walked over to the man. “Mardon?”
Cisco backup 