Jack stood in the room alone, facing the tank. "You are alone," the 456 stated.
"In flesh? Yes. In spirit? Hell no."
"Your associate is gone."
Jack let out a smirk. "You wish don't you? You wish I'd break so easily. Well tough! Because he is very much alive!" Ianto smiled as he heard Jack through the comms. He was just outside of the Thames House with Gwen. There was a period of silence before Jack continued. "I give you one last choice. You will leave here and never come back. Leave Earth, leave the children and leave forever or I will show you just how serious I can be."
"You yielded once-"
"Cut it," Jack interrupted. "Leave now and tell the rest of your species to never even think about this planet again, because it is defended."
"You yielded-" Jack produced a gun which caused the 456 ambassador to spew out green guck onto the glass walls. "Your weapons will not break the barrier."
"They won't," Jack agreed. "But I can." Pressing the button on his earpiece, Jack whispered, "Now."
Looking at Gwen, Ianto pressed enter on the PDA he had wired into the Thames House security system. The alarms rang on Floor 13 and the room was locked down. "Jackā¦" Ianto whispered into the comms.
"I love you Ianto Jones," Jack said before taking off his earpiece. He set it carefully on the floor. He didn't want Ianto hearing another one of his many deaths. Cautiously, Jack approached the glass door that was sealed shut. With a couple of bullets, the lock was deformed enough for him to completely push the door open. The gas immediately started to fill the room and Jack coughed in agony. But he had a job to do and he was going to finish it.
The bullets in his gun weren't just any ordinary bullets. They were casings filled with blood and hormones. Blood and hormones from adults and teenagers. Preferably teenagers. They were the ones with the abnormal conglomeration and constant fluctuations of chemicals. Exactly what the 456 were allergic to.
Jack fired one shot and then another. Two more casings clattered to the floor before Jack was swept against the glass wall, almost breaking his back. His vision started the blur and he could feel his heart slowing down. Jack was also sure that he'd dislocated his left shoulder and possibly snapped some ribs on the impact with the glass.
The 456 ambassador towered over him now. "You will die," it stated impassively.
"Go to hell," Jack spat back. "You're dying with me." With that, he emptied his gun at the alien. He heard the cries of the alien as he started to drift away. Jack Harkness's last thought before he died, again, was Ianto's face.
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