Something in Pamela’s heart foolishly ached at the too-brief smile on the man’s face. She was used to feeling pity for humans, for their futility, but not sympathy. “Isn’t that always the case? A knife in the back stings, but it is the betrayal that cripples us.”
“A hand through the chest is even worse.” Cisco laughed coldly. “I don’t recommend it.” He watched the woman, trying to remember where he saw her before. Was it in Jitters? At the lab? He had no idea.
Cisco backup 