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This was his fault. Everything about this was his fault.
Very gently, he put the safety on the gold gun, and placed it in the bag. Cisco would fix it. He didn’t even think as he pulled the old Lincoln out of the driveway. He headed directly for S.T.A.R. Labs. He didn’t have time for games.
He had to get Lisa back.
Cisco had gotten to work early, on account he had to figure out what was really going on with Wells’ wheelchair. He tinkered with it all morning and finally got to the bottom of it before he heard the elevator begin to move. He quickly put the thing back together before pushing it into the other room and sweeping his tools back into their drawer. He sat back at his desk and began typing away about his findings, expecting Caitlin or Barry.
When Len walked in, you could imagine Cisco’s surprise. “Cold? What are you doing here? How’d you get in? I thought I locked the door behind me.” Cisco said in a cold tone before sitting back down and saving his document, locking it with a password and closing the window. He looked back up at the man and crossed his arms. “You really shouldn’t be down here dude.”
Cisco backup 