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Captain Jack Harkness was never one to ask for help. Where would be the fun in that? But this time, there was really no choice. It was good to be back on Earth, and even better to be investigating alien goings-on; Jack shook his head as faces crept into his mind, focusing instead on the screen in front of him as he searched through countless results. It was also nice to be back in his usual coat and sexy ensemble (if he did say so himself). He'd spent the last month pretending to be a librarian in order to infiltrate, well, a library. There'd been some funny stories coming from the area, and where better to get all the gossip than a facility filled with teenagers working their mouths, and old women looking for kinky books that were ever so willing to spill every piece of gossip, be it mundane or surprisingly useful. Hell, he'd even got some good times out of it too; his boss, Lucinda, was a gorgeous woman of Japanese descent, but British to a tee. Jack smirked to himself as some more pleasant memories surfaced. That was why Jack was currently perusing the recently hacked government databases; he'd walked into 'work' that morning to find the front desk in turmoil. Lucinda had clearly arrived, her coat was flung over her chair and the kettle was boiled, but the woman herself was vacant. CCTV feeds were a wonder, Jack thought to himself, all he needed to do now was match the images to some government files and hunting down the perpetrators would be simple. There had been two men in black gear, but that wasn't what was interesting; no, it was the suited man, who walked with a swagger in his step, that Jack wanted hold of. He was clearly running the show, and Jack had grown rather fond of Lucinda; nothing a little light punch or two couldn't solve. Maybe then he'd find out what the man wanted with him anyway; that was obviously what she was taken for, her own life was far too plain for armed kidnappers to target her directly.
"Finally!" Jack muttered as the image of the suited man appeared on the screen, accompanied by a wealth of useful facts. Apparently he'd been imprisoned for a few months, been arrested again for trying on some fancy jewels, and was under no circumstances to be bargained with. He was also dead, apparently. Jack thought he looked a little short to be a crime boss, to be honest; cute though. Jack cleared the screen so that the next person who found it wouldn't be viewing Britain's best kept secrets, and stood back with a sigh, digging his hands into his pockets. He supposed that if he wanted anything to get done, it was high time he paid a visit to the British Government.
This is the shortest chapter I've written, the rest are longer. Never fear.