"I can build you something." Hartley had no idea why he spoke up. Maybe because Cisco looked close to breaking and he had more of a chance to keep a cool head. "I used to work above Cisco. If you want quality, you're better of coming to me. I build my own weapons."

Shawna didn't move the gun, but she did turn her head to look at Hartley. "Is that true, Cisco?"

"If you'd rather trust someone that works for the Flash with this, that's your call."