leonardwynters:

Len let out a ragged sigh of relief. He was glad he didn’t have to waste any more time trying to convince Cisco to help him. “Thank you,” he said, his voice sincere for once. Gone was the usual playful sarcasm. “If they took her the way they took me, I already have a good idea on how they nabbed her.”

He scooped up the bag containing the guns, and grit his teeth as the pain he’d ignored in his ribs flared back to life. “Here,” he ground out, as he placed the bag on Cisco’s desk. “Lisa’s gun is in there, along with what was used on me. It’s some sort of taser gun. Powerful. I was hoping you could tell who made it.”

The thumb drive he had pocketed on the way over to the lab. He wasn’t quite ready to let Cisco know about that. Just in case the boy was playing him, and Len had to flee. “This started in Chicago. That’s where Lisa will be. I’m sure of it. I just don’t know who the hell is targeting us.”

As soon as Len put the bag on the desk, Cisco opened it and took the gold gun out. He turned it over in his hands, examining it and imagining how it could have fallen onto the pavement. “She could have been hit from the back or from the side. If she had the gun out and at the ready,” He said, holding the gun up like he’d seen Lisa. “Then if she was hit from the front our perps would be encased in gold. A taser, as you probably know, sends volts of electricity through a person, contracting their muscles. Wherever she was taken from, there’s probably some gold somewhere. That will be the way she was facing.” He said, setting the gold gun down and grabbing the taser thing.

“I realize that’s all but useless, seeing that she’s already been taken, but I thought I would verbalize my thoughts so that you knew what I was thinking,” He stated matter-of-factly as he turned the taser gun in his hands. “I’ve never seen a taser gun like this before.” He said in awe. Cisco turned and walked to his workstation, setting the gun down and opening his drawer and sorting through his tools. “At first glance, it looks like there are two ways to use this gun. Either from a distance or right up close. I would think this thing could leave some pretty nasty electrical burns on a person. Wait a second…” He said, looking closer at the gun. “There’s something in here I’ve never seen before. I’ll have to run a few tests to see what this chemical is.”

leonardwynters:

Len supposed he deserved some derision from the kid. He hadn’t exactly played nice in the past. The problem was he didn’t have time to make nice. Instinct told him to pull his gun, threaten to ice Cisco unless he cooperated. But he forced himself to remain calm. Give him another chance.

“D’you think I’d play about this?” Len asked, unable to mask the frustration in his voice. “I ran into some trouble in Chicago. Looks like it followed me home. Lisa was grabbed last night, sometime after ten. When I got up at seven this morning, she was gone. I found her gold gun in the outside, damaged.”

His expression hardened. “Lisa likes you. I don’t have a problem with you. But I don’t have time. Lisa doesn’t have time. These guys hurt me, they’re probably…” No, he wouldn’t voice his greatest fear. Not yet. The thought of Lisa getting hurt because of him was almost too much to bear. Len swallowed with effort, and asked in a voice that shook only slightly, “Are you gonna help or not?”

Cisco stood before the man with his arms crossed, trying to put something else between himself and the other man as well as to show his dislike for the man. “Well, given that last time, you used your sister to lure me back to some mansion so I would build you all new guns. Then, because I didn’t cooperate, you hurt my brother. Not Cool, dude. Not. Cool.” 

Cisco leaned against his desk and processed the information Len had just given him about whatever happened to Lisa. “Where’s the gun? I might be able to use the way it was damaged to determine if she was knocked out when they took her. Or rather, how she was knocked out.” Cisco said in a sad tone. “I’ll help, but only for Lisa.”