“I can’t nap if Lisa is missing,” Len protested. He should be doing something to help. He didn’t have the foggiest idea what he could accomplish, but it was wrong to think of rest, no matter how badly he needed it.
“Just run the tests. I’ll find out if anyone besides the usual suspects are after me. an’ Lisa.”
Len
slumped into a chair next to Cisco’s desk, and stared at the phone. He
had plenty of contacts, but he couldn’t remember their phone numbers.
And it was dawning on him that he may not have anyone to trust. Just
because he used them for information didn’t mean they couldn’t be
bought. If he started asking around, he might get fed false information.
Or someone could report it to whoever was after him. Or..Cisco
was probably the only person he could trust right now. He would just
have to wait before he could do anything else. After a few moments, he
folded his arms and rested his head on them. That was better…Suddenly he jerked up right. “What if the rest of the team shows up?” he asked. He hadn’t really thought about it. He just knew that the one person he could absolutely trust about Lisa was at S.T.A.R. Labs. “I can’t spend my day arguing with them.”
Because they would probably want to fight, not talk. Len didn’t have the energy or time to waste on the do-gooders. He rubbed his aching head. He really needed the rest, but it was too hard to trust that things wouldn’t go sideways. “You have to keep them away.”
“It’s the weekend. Nobody usually comes in on the weekend. I’m only here because I had a…special project that I’m working on.” Cisco said, remembering the wheelchair that he practically shoved into the other room. “They won’t come. They have lives, unlike myself.” He said with a sad laugh. He continued to take apart the gun, taking out whatever vial of liquid was in the gun and taking it to another computer. He set the computer up to run a number of different tests and walked back over to the man.
“You know, if you are even going to attempt to sleep, you’re not supposed to expose yourself to electronic screens. They emit a blue light that keeps your brain engaged, keeping you from falling asleep.” He grinned, swiping the man’s phone from his hands and sticking it in his pocket. “Now go sleep. It won’t do anyone – especially Lisa- any good if you’re not on your A game. The cot is just through that glass door.” He said, pointing to the med bay. Cisco could tell that Len wasn’t himself. Len was usually very witty and snarky, and this was not right, He knew this gun was bad, and he needed to get to the bottom of who made it. Those painted parts – where had he seen that before? He sat back down at his desk and began to wrack his brain. He looked back over at Len who hadn’t moved yet. “Dude. Go.”