As I stride across the pier, one level underneath the empty night scene of Cardiff. The waves threaten to wash me away. I come closer to the door that separates me from the base in the middle of the rift, between another world.
I open the door into a messy lobby. A single computer on the desk, littered with books, pizza boxes, and magazines.
I walk behind the desk, and find the button that opens the way toward the base.
I smile and press the red button that triggers the wall across from the desk to swing open, and reveal a stone passage way. I enter the stone corridor.
At the end of the passage way, an elevator awaits me to enter. As it descends, I pray that the boss of the base is sleeping.
When my ride comes to an end, I grab my gun from the back pocket of my jeans, and raise it, ready for any surprises.
I exit the elevator, and push open the steel bar gates, to reveal the base of Torchwood.
Torchwood is a big, rusty, messy base, littered with alien technology that's located under Cardiff's water tower.
I walk over to the computers, and place myself in the desk chair. I put down my gun beside the keyboard, and type the password.
I'm in.
Just as I type up the description of the man that I'm looking for, a gun is loaded and pointed at my head.
"Hello again, Violet Smith." the boss is awake and alive.
He turns my chair around to face him. His dark hair goes nicely with his dress shirt and suspenders.
He grabbed my gun from the side of the keyboard and examined it. His revolver still trained to my head, "You still have this?" he said. "Wow, I gave you this about three years ago."
"And it still works perfectly, why give it up?" I say snidely, "Besides, it's all I have of you, Captain Jack Harkness."
He places his gaze back on me, and grins.
He dropped his gun, "Well, it's nice to see you again." He put his revolver in his gun pouch at his belt. "Here," he passes me my gun.
I take it back, and put in safely in my back pocket, "Thanks, oh and, nice to see you too."
He gave me another grin. Then came back to being serious, "Who are you looking for?" he pointed to the computer.
I turn around in my chair, Jack on my left, studying the computer. "Some bloke tried to kill me. I'm trying to track him."
He turns to me, what I said must've triggered his worry side. He always cared too much about me. "What? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" I assured him, but he still looked concerned. I turned my attention to the computer screen, to ignore his blue eyes. "I don't even know his name. But I know what he looks like."
"Okay, what did he look like?" Jack asked.
"Um . . . he had dirty blonde hair. A little taller than me, and wears an old solider jacket." I said. "You know just leave it." I got up from my chair, and sat on the couch across from the computer.
Jack turned to me, leaning on the desk. "Are you sure?" I nodded. "He could come after you again and succeed."
I look at him, "Uh, how many times have you been killed Jack?"
He rolls his eyes, "That's different."
"Yeah, you go out with your Torchwood team everyday and find alien technology. You go through dangerous activities a day, and almost get you friends killed too." He was officially sick of this conversation already.
"I'm sorry, but it's true," I go on, "Jack the immortal."
"Stop it!" I raise my hands in surrender. Jack sighs, "It's late, you can sleep here. You probably don't want to run back to your place."
"Thanks, I am tired," I say, rubbing my eyes and laying back on the couch. "But wake me before your friends get here."
He laughed, "Good night Violet," and walked off.
After a while, I finally get to sleep.
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