Len supposed he deserved some derision from the kid. He hadn’t exactly played nice in the past. The problem was he didn’t have time to make nice. Instinct told him to pull his gun, threaten to ice Cisco unless he cooperated. But he forced himself to remain calm. Give him another chance.
“D’you think I’d play about this?” Len asked, unable to mask the frustration in his voice. “I ran into some trouble in Chicago. Looks like it followed me home. Lisa was grabbed last night, sometime after ten. When I got up at seven this morning, she was gone. I found her gold gun in the outside, damaged.”
His expression hardened. “Lisa likes you. I don’t have a problem with you. But I don’t have time. Lisa doesn’t have time. These guys hurt me, they’re probably…” No, he wouldn’t voice his greatest fear. Not yet. The thought of Lisa getting hurt because of him was almost too much to bear. Len swallowed with effort, and asked in a voice that shook only slightly, “Are you gonna help or not?”
Cisco stood before the man with his arms crossed, trying to put something else between himself and the other man as well as to show his dislike for the man. “Well, given that last time, you used your sister to lure me back to some mansion so I would build you all new guns. Then, because I didn’t cooperate, you hurt my brother. Not Cool, dude. Not. Cool.”
Cisco leaned against his desk and processed the information Len had just given him about whatever happened to Lisa. “Where’s the gun? I might be able to use the way it was damaged to determine if she was knocked out when they took her. Or rather, how she was knocked out.” Cisco said in a sad tone. “I’ll help, but only for Lisa.”
Cisco backup 