Cisco opened his eyes and the sky was beginning to lighten. His clothes were damp, and his head hurt. He sat up, glancing around at his surroundings. He saw that he was in an alleyway, surrounded by rubble. He rubbed the back of his head and felt a small bump where he must have hit his head. He slowly began to remember what exactly happened. “The Top? Who the hell is The Top?” He asked himself out loud, not really caring who might have heard.
Cisco backup 