“Fine,” Hartley looked mildly offended that his solution was rebuffed. “I thought you brought me here so that I could help you,” he grumped after Cisco as he left the room. Hartley did, however, take this opportunity to look around the room. There was a ratty looking backpack on the bed and Hartley could only hope that it didn’t belong to Cisco. He had far more faith in Cisco’s fashion sense. He wrinkled his nose and unzipped the pack, raising his eyebrows at the almost empty bottle of rum and laptop. He looked further and found 5 different fake IDs, 3 burner phones, a wallet full of credit cards under different names, 3 different clothing pairs and a ziplock with a large wad of cash. Hartley scoffed to himself and put the backpack back, finally going back into the living room. “So. The Hobbit, huh?”
“Yeah. Bilbo goes on an adventure with some short fat guys. Essentially.” Cisco grinned, not wanting to give out too many details to Hartley. “Have you seen it before?” He asked, grabbing some blankets from the coffee table chest and tossing them on the sectional couch.
Cisco backup 