Jack poised the gun, cocking the barrel so it was an inch from is nose. A microphone in his ear allowed him to contact Tosh if he rely need, but at this point he wasn't exactly sure. It didn't look like anything was going to happen at the moment, although that was what Tosh's surveillance cameras had said.
"I really hope that you're right about this, Tosh," Jack muttered to himself. Everywhere were people, so it was going to be hard to be inconspicuous. Then again, what Torchwood did wasn't always the most normal. In fact they were beyond normal.
"You can put that gun away, sir," said a deep void behind him, Turning slowly, he found himself face to face with a man, bald, n eyepatch over his left eye. His visible eye was narrowed in suspiscion. Jack looked him up and down, a coy grin on his face.
"Trench coats and eyepatches usually don't work for me," Jack said, turning on a megawatt sole, "but I can make this one exception."
"You better leave my facility now," the man ordered, not being blown away with his flattery as other people had been.
"That usually worked," Jack mumbled to himself, his face going red.
"Yeah, well, you better get your white ass working out that door before I do it for you," the man threatened. Jack rolled his eyes- he didn't have time to be threatened by some pirate wannabe. He was sent to meet Saergent Fury, and he and to do it quick because… well, Toshiko hadn't said why, but he had to get there quickly nonetheless.
"Listen, Blackbeard," Jack said, "I need to get to Fury and immediately. I don't have time to waste with you." The man raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Really now?" he asked tentatively, "because if you're looking for Fury, guess what?"
"Let me guess," Jack said, "it's you?" He nodded, clasping his hands in front of him.
"Lucky guess," Fury said, "so what is it you need, son?" Jack scoffed.
"Don't call me son," Jack said, "as far as you know, I'm way older then you ever will be." Fury cracked his knuckles and Jack took a hesitant step back, clutching the gun so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"I can call you whatever I want," Fury said, "and i need to know why you need me and why you infiltrated my facility."
"What if I tell you that information is classified?" Jack teased, a sly grin on his face.
"Then i'll force you and keep you as prisoner in the lab," Fury threatened, his eyes shooting daggers at the man. Jack scoffed, letting out a chuckle.
"You don't believe me?" Fury cocked his head. Jack shrugged.
"You my friend, are very funny," Jack took a few steps back, keeping hold of the gun. Fury jutted his chin at the weapon, withdrawing a gun of his own.
"You might want to put that away," Fury warned. Jack shook his head.
"I might not," he countered, taking aim. Sighing, Fury raised the gun, a small red laser dot appearing on Jack's chest. Jack laughed, "Sniper aim? Really? You might want to-" He was stopped mid sentence as Fury pulled the trigger, smoke leaking out of the barrel.
"I warned you," Fury said simply as Agent Coulson approached, reaching down to check for a pulse.
"Dead, sir," Coulson confirmed, the lights shining on his bald pate. Fury nodded.
"Take him tot eh lab for Banner to examine. Run an autopsy just to be sure," Fury ordered. Nodding, Coulson picked up Jack by the arms, dragging him towards the lab. His head lolled tot eh side, eyes closed, lips parted slightly. Shaking his head, Fury stalked away.
"Everyone back to work!" he ordered, and everyone who had been watching the ordeal quickly went back to whatever they were doing or at least trying to make it look s if they were doing something- Fury was not pleasant if you got on his bad side.