1
It was a normal day at Torchwood and Ford was still laughing softly as he closed the door to the Tourist Centre and walked across the cobblestones.
The order had been phoned ahead and he had remembered Owen's dim sums, hurrying to make sure they would still be hot.
Owen had been having a crappy day, full of curse words and throwing stuff as the autopsy went south quick.
Turned out that the poor creature found in the river system had been pregnant. The rift had done a two for one.
Ford was deep in thought as the van tore past and barely noticed as it screeched to a halt and started to back up. It wasn't until strong hands had hooked him under his arms that he realized what was happening that he yelled out to Jack as his coms were yanked from his ear and thrown onto the cobles.
The van took off and the com blinked on the stones.
Jack's boot pounding was the only noise as he came to a stop and picked up the coms, and then looked in the direction the van had gone.
"Tosh" he touched his ear, "I hope you have eyes on."
"What do you take me for!" Came a terse reply and Jack nodded, looked at the ear piece in the palm of his hand, and then closed his hand into a fist.
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Ianto didn't know what they had used to knock him out but the whimpering in his head told him it was also a retardant of some sort and he had no hope of shifting.
"Hello there" a voice purred and Ianto blinked his eyes open to stare at the General.
"You! Really?" Ianto snorted.
"You really thought I would let it go?" the werewolf sneered, "I knew I would get a chance to take you down a peg or two."
Ianto tried his restraints and tried to calm himself, no point letting them know how terrified he was right now.
"You have no idea what I have planned for you" the man sneered in Ianto's face and Ianto swallowed as he glared back at him.
Ford was trapped.
He could see and hear but not move, like something had hold of him. He could feel the man's tepid breath on his face but Ianto was in control.
A neurotoxin? The only thing that made sense and Ford felt a stab of fear as he wondered if the team even got the warning.
Have faith.
A cleansing breath and then Ianto did what Ianto does best.
The head butt was well measured and the general drew back with a bark of pain as his eyebrow was split open from Ianto's thick skull.
With a snarl of rage the man withdrew a knife from his hip and slammed it down into Ianto's thigh.
Instead of the scream of pain he expected, Ianto snarled.
"You are going to be fun, aren't you" the general laughed.
Ianto leaned back in the chair and let his head loll to one side as he considered the comment.
Yes.
It is going to be fun.
The urge to smile was overwhelming and Ianto settled for his eyebrow instead.
Wouldn't do to let them know he was in more control than they thought.