Len took a few steps. He was a little unsteady, but he thought if he had to force himself to move, he would be all right. What concerned him was that he seemed to be getting worse, instead of better. Physically he seemed a little stronger; the ribs weren’t hurting as much, but mentally he felt like he was slogging his way through heavy mud. It didn’t help that his coordination felt off, and that the fatigue seemed to have become a constant companion. At least the testing seemed to be done. Maybe some answers would be within the results.
“Do you know if she’s still in Chicago? I don’t want her to get much of a chance to call for help before we go talk to her,” Len said as he leaned heavily against the wall and closed his eyes. “I need my phone, Cisco. Have t’call someone. We’re going to need a fast way to get to wherever we need to go.”
“I don’t know, It’s not like I got the girl’s number or anything.” He laughed, remembering her shooting him down when he did ask. “It’s likely, but I can’t guarantee it, however.” He stood up straight when the man leaned against the wall. “I’ll go get your phone. You, take a seat. I don’t need you passing out on me.” He said, wheeling his desk chair over before getting the man’s phone.
“Who are you calling, anyway? You have a speedster friend?” He quipped, holding out Len’s phone. “I could arrange a private jet, you know.”
Cisco backup 