@futuressaved
“No, no, no, don’t give me that look. This is not a ‘Hartley’s gonna get all high and mighty on his gold throne’ like you think I am.”
“Oh no, no no, go ahead, tell me what I think.”
Hartley rolled his eyes. He was trying, he really was, but Cisco just had a way of getting under his skin, “I’m just saying, do we need someone else to help us with this problem? Has he been vetted, tested? I’m not saying there’s been a track record of new friends actually being murderous psychopaths who somehow are also almost always speedsters too ... but, there’s a tally on the whiteboard for a reason.”
He watched Cisco pace a bit, before he turned to face him, “Not this guy, never this guy. I could list off about 50 thousand reasons why he absolutely isn’t gonna Order 66 us, but I’ll just settle for the look on your face when you see he breached in about 2 minutes ago and heard everything you said.”
Hartley paused, before turning. Two thoughts.
Oh shit.
Oh no, he’s hot.
“I’m charging you double Ramon.”













