“I didn’t even look,” Len admitted. “I just left to get some help.” What was wrong with him? He was lucky that there hadn’t been anyone waiting for him outside. He was so detailed, always so focused. The lapses in judgement the past two days worried him. He was still shaky from everything that had happened, still so tired from the fight and then the long, painful ride home. Unfortunately, the sleep he’d gotten the night before hadn’t done much to ease his exhaustion. And now the pain from his injuries was beginning to catch up to him.
He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, trying to will away a growing headache. “The burns are painful. Every time they used that taser on me, it hurt worse, even if it was in a different spot.” They had only stopped hitting him with the it because the last time time he’d woken from a forced nap, he’d thrown up all over McGuinness’s goons. The thought of Lisa going through that made his gut twist and burn. Every minute that Lisa was gone, his anxiety grew. “How long will the testing take?“
Cisco let out a heavy sigh. Has Len never seen a crime drama? You always examine the scene of the crime before acting on anything. “Dude. You should watch more television. Binge watching crime shows would have totally helped you. Also, you look like crap. You wanna take a snooze in the break room? I set up a bed in there ages ago.”
He continued to examine the gun, looking for any type of signature. He took pieces out, memorizing how they were originally in there. As he went about this, he came across a piece that was painted a paricular color orange. It was more pinkish/red than orange, and he’d only seen this color once before. Cisco was quickly snapped back to reality when Len asked the question. “Oh, it could take an upwards of 2 hours? I’m still getting the hang of all these testy machines. Seriously though, go take a nap. I won’t be going anywhere, I found something very intriguing.”
Cisco backup 