1- Post Canary Wharf
Looking over the files salvaged from Torchwood One, Mycroft can't help but feel Yvonne Hartmann had it coming. Torchwood London might pretend to be more disciplined than their counterparts in Cardiff, but whatever ever else you could say about Jack Harkness, he was firmly of the opinion that the Rift was not something one screwed around with.
Unfortunately, the rest of the Torchwood's employees did not deserve it.
Sighing, he discards the file and picks up the only unmarked file on the desk. The Torchwood files are covered in bold red letters proclaiming 'CLASSIFIED' and 'TOP SECRET.' The file Mycroft holds did not come from the wreckage of Torchwood London. It is one of his own personnel files, and its subject should be arriving any minute.
When Ianto Jones enters, he is carrying an envelope, which he places on top of the Torchwood files.
"My resignation."
"Unfortunate, but I can't say I'm surprised, Mr. Jones. But should you change your mind, I'd like to offer your former position to you. Finding a proper replacement has proven… difficult."
For a moment, Mycroft thinks Jones might actually smile, but the fleeting glint of amusement in his eyes is quickly swamped by a grief entirely out of place on such a young face.
"I can't stay in London, not anymore."
"At least let me find you a suitable position elsewhere," Mycroft offers.
Jones dismisses him sharply. "No!"
He takes a deep breath, composing himself. Honestly, Jones looks more startled by his outburst than Mycroft does.
"I just… I need to figure this out on my own."
Mycroft picks up the letter of resignation and slips it into Jones' file.
"Very well. It's a pity to lose someone with such potential."
Jones turns to leave, but Mycroft stops him at the door.
"And Ianto, good luck."
"Thank you sir," he replies, but doesn't look back as he goes.
No, Mycroft thinks, didn't deserve it at all.