Torchwood chapter 3

I don't own Torchwood but I do own Sam.

It was 10:05 when I arrived at the tourist centre which was the first line of defence for Torchwood. Looking at my refection in the glass of the door I smirked, my hair was pulled away from my face and slightly spiked in all directions. My black tank top had an old chequered shirt chucked over it framing my form. My outfit was complete with black boot cut jeans, white trainers and fingerless gloves.

Strikingly the tourist centre was shut, but a quick jingle with my arm knife and the door opened silently. Getting into the inner hub was simple (hiding a button under a desk, who has been watching too many spy movies), and I was soon stepping though the cog door to Torchwoods inner sanctum.

I couldn't say I was impressed, I mean sure, it was filled with alien tech but I would have expected it to be less damp and dark. And full of people.

I jumped when an alarm sounded and I could hear voices approaching. Recognising Tosh's voice, I decided to sit on the couch and wait to be noticed.

I wasn't spotted for sometime till I noticed Captain Jack coming down on the 'magic lift' with a man in fancy dress. Hang on. I'd know that scowl anywhere. It's Captain John Hart. I couldn't help but laugh as the stripped him of his weapons causing everyone to look at me. I laughed even more when Tosh face palmed.

I didn't even stop laughing when I had 3 guns pointing at me. I could see John grinning at my antics.

"Missed me?" I asked after my laughter had faded.

"How'd you get in here? Nobody gets in here!" Stated a rather attractive man, in nicely tailored suit.

"I walked through a wall."

I could almost see them considering my answer and only just resisted hitting my head against the wall.

Getting bored of their clueless expressions, I walked up to John, still completely ignoring the guns pointed at me.

"Well, well. John Hart. I see your luck hasn't changed much."

He smirked at me before replying.

"If it isn't pretty kitty, Samantha Dawn. Do you need someone to clip your claws again?"

I managed to prevent a snarl escaping but could feel the familiar tingling along my spine.

"You know all about my claws. Remember what happened last time you used my full name?" I smirked as his hand went to his neck were there was 3 distinctive scars. "Anyone who calls me Samantha will feel my blade."

I looked around to check everyone had got the message, only to hear a distinctive whisper behind me.

"Gwen, get on a computer and search for Samantha Dawn. Find out everything about her."

I acted instantly. Drawing my leg knife and throwing it at the voice in one smooth move, just at the tingling focused on my lower back and head.

I wasn't exactly surprised that everyone was staring at my twitching tail and cats ears, but you would think, they would care more about their (currently) dead boss then the fact I'm half cat.