Cisco was worried about him? That was kind of sweet. Len didn’t know what to say to all that, so he just pushed himself up on his elbows, to take a quick assessment of how he felt. Tired, sore. His head ached. The burns…well they burned. And his ribs stung like a wicked bitch. All that, and it was still an improvement over how he’d felt a while ago.
“I’m…I’m ok. A little foggy still. Sore. Any luck with the tests?” Cisco had his phone still, and there wasn’t a clock in the room. Len had no idea how long he’d been out. It grated on him that he’d rested at all, when Lisa was out there. But he couldn’t just run in, cold gun or not. Whoever was after him was organized and clearly powerful. Lisa could be in even more danger if he ran in without some sort of plan.
His stomach growled, and he grimaced. He hadn’t eaten breakfast in his hast to track down Cisco and get some help. “D’you have any food? It’s been a while.”
“The tests are still going. Looks like they’ll be done soon. Does the name Larisa Mikhailov mean anything to you?” Cisco asked, stepping back over to where the disassembled gun sat. “I think that’s our best bet going forward.” He paused. “Yeah, I just ordered pizza not too long ago. Should be here soon.”
Cisco backup 