“You know you tolerate me the most.” Cisco smiled, removing the screw from his collar and moving to the next. “Everything will be fine, Mardon. I didn’t ask you to stay. Hell, I didn’t ask for your help finding tools. You offered them.” Cisco said, steadying his hand as he spun the screwdriver.
He gave a fleeting smile, but nodded his head. “Yeah, let’s just say I wouldn’t have offered if it was one of the other ones here with a bomb around their neck.” Mark didn’t trust them enough, but he still hadn’t offered help because he liked Cisco. “But I only offered because I need a favor…”
“That depends on what you need. I’m not your guys’ tech guy, so don’t even think about that.” Cisco scoffed, remembering the time Cold kidnapped his brother and himself to make another cold gun. “I almost have this…” He trailed as he loosened the next screw, allowing the collar to be slipping from around his neck, although the bomb was still active.
