Story reads like a book. Lots of speech.
All Teeth.
The Old and the New.
The morning was young, the air crisp with a slight chill, the sun barely breaking through the light grey cloud but he didn't mind. He had seen many mornings like this and would see many more. The breeze from across the bay tussled the tails of his heavy coat and ruffled his raven hair. His eyes firmly fixed to a point out to sea but his mind was else where, it always was. He liked it here away from the hustle and bustle of the bay, it's residents and visitors. Here he could think without distraction. A dull ringing sound rang in his ear, his mind slowly coming back to where his body was, blinking he snapped back into reality.
"Yep" he answered the call in his earpiece.
"You told me to call when everyone was in" a young male voice replied in the most perfect Welsh tone.
"I'll be there in a few minutes. Get everyone in the meeting room," he replied, his finger ending the call rapidly with a click of the ear piece.
"Back to business" he almost whispered into the breeze as he turned around, coat tails flying in the wind.
"He's on his way" the suited young man announced in a Welsh tone.
"He up on the roof again?" a young dark haired female asked, placing her cup of steaming hot coffee down on the table.
"Judging by the quite, I'd say so," the Welsh man answered placing a cup of coffee at the head of the table.
"He's been spending a lot of time up there lately and he's been kinda strange too. Do you know what's up Ianto?" the young woman asked.
"He doesn't tell me anything Gwen, I'm just the coffee boy" Ianto replies placing the last cup of coffee down, pulling a chair out from under the table and neatly sitting down.
"Now you know that that isn't true Ianto, your more than just a coffee boy," a vioce answered, a tall, broad, blonde hair male appearing in the meeting room doorway.
"So you decided to join us then Jason?" Gwen asked with a grin all over her face as she sat down at the table, hands cupped around her steaming coffee.
"Yeah well you know how it is Gwen, go out for a few drinks, meet a girl..." Jason began to boast as he took his place at the table.
"That's verging on the edge of too much information Jason," Ianto jumped in with a little shake of the head before Jason went into too much detail.
"You mean you got wasted, picked up some drop dead gorgeous girl who you took home, just to find out this morning you were wearing serious beer goggles again," a woman's voice stated, almost laughing.
A tall, slim woman appeared at the door. Skin like ivory and hair like the brightest of flames, tied in bunches with eyes like emeralds. She wore a brilliant white doctors coat with a black turtle neck top underneath, coming all the way up her slim, long neck. She wore black skinny jeans with heavy biker boots, complete with metal plate at the front. She stood at the door for a second, looking over a file she had in her left hand, her right hand with a black tattoo running along the outer edge, holding a lollipop. She frowned for a second before moving across the room to take her seat at the table.
"Your just jealous that I pulled last night," James replied slightly annoyed at the fact that Angel could even imagine he had met someone below his usual standards.
"Why would Angel be bothered by you pulling ? Angel was out herself last night," Came a low but mellow voice coming from just outside the room.
"Oh yeah. You being a dirty stop out Angel ?" Gwen questioned Angel with a dirty grin on her face as a young dark haired male entered the room.
"Me ? Being a dirty stop out ? Would I do that ?" Angel replied half frowning, half grinning.
"How would you know David ?" James asked very curious as to how he would know.
James sat at the table, leaning back in his seat. He stood a tall six foot 3 with a muscular build. His hair was a dark dirty blonde with his frindge swept to one side. His eyes were the deepest ocean blue, the kind you would just want to dive into. His body reflect the fact that James spent every minute he could at the gym, his shirt pulled tight across his pectoral muscles. He eyed David up and down trying to find the answer in him somewhere but just couldn't seem to find it. David was somewhat the opposite from James. He had dark hair, almost raven and the darkest pools for eyes, the kind you could get lost in. His build was slimmer than James's, not as broad as James either. His face was slim and longer but still pretty. They both sat on opposites sides of the table from each other.
"Oh, me, Angel and a few other people were out last night and I dropped Angel home," James smiled as Angel glared at him.
"When we have quite finished discussing our personal lives, your at work now," came Jack's voice barked as he entered the room with a stern stride.
He walked to the end of the table where his coffee still steamed, picking it up, breifly holding it in his hands before taking a sip. He gave a little nod and sat in his seat at the head of the table, adjusting his side arm slightly. Angel arouse from her seat, her paper work neatly laid out on the table in front of her like it always was. The monitor, a large flat screen switched on.
"We believed that the Weevils were dying of some natural cause or some kind of disease that only affects Weevils but after various blood tests and screening, I couldn't find a reason as to why we were finding so many Weevils dead in the past month or so. I decided that I would take a closer look at their bodies again to see if they would give me any other clues as to why this was happening. I studied every inch of their bodies and found something very interesting," Angel using a hand held device brought up images on the large flatscreen monitor of parts of Weevils, each numbered differently according to case.
" As you can see, these are three different Weevils, found on three different dates, in three different area's of Cardiff but they all have something in common," and with a click of the device, the pictures changed to become three more, this time of close up views of injuries to each of the Weevils necks.
"What the heck are those?" James asked, referring to the injuries.
"At first I wondered that and after looking at various different injuries and what causes them, I can only come to one conclusion," Angel continued but not for long.
"And that conclusion is?" Jack asked being very impatient, something that was becoming more common for him.
"I'm getting to it Jack. Each of the three Weevils have the same markings in almost identical places. They seem to be bites," Angel explained.
"Bites? Bites from what?" Gwen asked with a seriously confused look on her face.
"Now that I don't know for sure. I did tests for saliva to trace the DNA but found nothing. I then compared it to the Nation Database of Animal bites and then the world Database but couldn't find an exact match. I am betting that if I check the other Weevil victims that have come through here in the past month, they too will have the same kind of injury," Angel explained.
"Ok, I might seem a little thick but how can a bite kill anyone let alone a Weevil? It's not as though they are from this world and are certainly not like us" James asked.
"And that's what confuses me as I don't know yet and I mean yet," Angel hated to confess that as she hated not knowing.
"So what your telling me is that there is something out there, in Cardiff biting and killing Weevils?" Jack asked, his eyes barely lifting from a spot on the meeting room table as though watching something.
"For now, yes that's what I'm saying Jack," Angel replied feeling very uncomfortable like she always did when she didn't have the answer.
"Oh well that's just fab. Way to go narrowing the field Angel," James replied in his usual Drama Queen fashion.
"For gods sake James, pipe down and stop being a Drama Queen. Angel can't knowing everything," David interrupted.
"No she might know everything but it's her job to know about this kinda thing, medical things," Jason bit back glaring at David.
"When you two have quite finished flexing your muscles and by that I don't mean your brains, I'd like to hear from someone who has a higher I.Q than eighty," Jack snapped, glaring down the table at the two men who at this point looked at Jack rather surprised at his comment.
"Calm down Jack. There was no need for that," Gwen replied in her soft Welsh tone, trying to calm things down.
"I won't calm down. I'm tired of Beavis and Butthead here taking shots at each other every chance they get instead of getting on with whatever it is they are meant to be doing," Jack barked, standing up so fast that his chair flew backwards hitting the wall behind him with a thud.
Jack stormed out of the meeting room, his side arm, an old Webbly swinging in it's holster as he marched, his arm catching the door as he left, swinging the door almost completely shut.
"Someone needs to go and find out what the hell is wrong with him as he's getting worse," James replied as Angel and Gwen watched Jack head towards his office, both with concerned looks on their faces.