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The Parcel; Knock, knock! Who's there? UNIT...
Topic Started: Jan 28 2009, 04:26 PM (117 Views)
Private Jenkins	Jan 28 2009, 04:26 PM Post #1
Weevil Bait Posts: 4 Group: Members Member #27 Joined: January 27, 2009	Private Ross Jenkins had never been to Torchwood. He'd been to Cardiff once or twice, but not well enough to really have a feel for the city or know his way around. Fortunately, it wasn't his job to drive. He was on guard duty. His job ensure the safety of Captain Price (who had taken over for Sergeant Dandridge when they'd crossed the English Channel) and Private Thomas, who'd gone from sharing guard detail for the now-late Dr. Petit to playing secure courier. Whatever they were carrying (the rumor mill had it that they were transporting some bit of junk from the Valiant), it had Thomas nervous enough to be a bit of a prick. Playing shadow to him was starting to get old. Jenkins would never just come out and say it to either Thomas or Price, but for once he couldn't wait for his next assignment. Still, the weather was warm and mostly clear and the Bay was dotted with small boats as the three of them trod the boards toward the dingy-looking door. Tucked beneath a flashy-looking row of glass-fronted restaurants, Jenkins could see why it was easy to overlook. Glossy, new-money Cardiff liked to pretend doors like this didn't exist anymore. Then again, knowing the sorts of things that Torchwood got up to, maybe it didn't.



Captain Price	Jan 29 2009, 06:24 AM Post #2
Weevil Bait Posts: 20 Group: Members Member #26 Joined: January 27, 2009	Price knew the door. She'd never been in it, no, but she had certainly had the employees of Torchwood trailed more than once. That this dingy little shack was their only above-ground entrance to Torchwood surprised her a little, since she was well familiar with the monolith that had been Torchwood One, but beyond that she didn't really care. As long as she knew where they were, and roughly what they were doing, Price was happy. Price glanced to Thomas, who was carrying the parcel, and then rapped sharply on the door.



i_jones	Jan 29 2009, 06:30 AM Post #3
Time Lord Posts: 1,714 Group: Members Member #3 Joined: April 9, 2008	Ianto was putting the finishing touches on his report on Toshiko's illness, having decided in the end that round-about references to their encounter was the best way to go, when the knock on the door came. Jack would see that they were included, but anyone else reading it would think he'd simply brought her tea and sandwiches. Enough to keep everyone happy, he thought as he shut down the mainframe and came around to open the door. He'd put up the closed sign an hour ago, not wanting actual tourists in the building when the military showed up. "Captain Price," he said, stepping back to let the Captain and the other soldiers in. He noted the case handcuffed to one of them - Thomas, according to the brief - but a subtle glance, and shut the door behind them. "Welcome to Torchwood Three." There weren't any other necessary preliminaries. Ianto doubted they would appreciate the delay anymore than he would, so he simply flicked the switch and urged them into the passageway, following behind.



Private Thomas	Jan 29 2009, 07:02 AM Post #4
Weevil Bait Posts: 6 Group: Members Member #16 Joined: December 7, 2008	Private Thomas shuffled in behind Captain Price. Jenkins was behind him, gawking like a bloody tourist. The cuff on his left wrist was heavy, and he grasped the handle of the case a little tighter. For something not much larger than a lunch pail, the bastard thing felt like a heavy load. Well, of course it bloody well did. Anything from the Valiant was heavy. Ever since Dandridge had cuffed him to the case, he'd had nothing to do but think about that year, grinding himself through the memories over and over. No wonder Petit topped himself. It was a wonder he hadn't done it sooner. Thomas remembered Harkness. He'd seen him in passing a couple of times up there, though never up close. Good thing, too. Thomas didn't much fancy being remembered for that sort of thing in front of a bunch of jumped-up, would-be secret agents like Double-Oh-Cardiff there in his suit, whose duties so far seemed to extend mainly to being some kind of glorified door man. Still, it was nearly over. He followed Captain Price in silence and tried not to think of this as punishment.


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