2 hours earlier……
Ianto dusted off his knees as he began to rise from the ground. He was exhausted, cranky and even a little hungry. They had received boxes upon boxes of files and artifacts from Torchwood Two after their archives flooded. That is if you could call the dirty basement of an old decrepit house a proper archive. What was salvaged was sent to him to now sort with the added bonus of the files being completely unorganized. Looking like random files picked up and shoved into random boxes.
'Not like I was done with Jacks mess. Now I have to fix Torchwood Two's mess as well. Unit is probably next. I should a queue made for them to get in line.' He thought. "Torchwood Four better not appear out of thin air and demand an archivist." He said out loud as he shoved another box on top of his desk to sort out.
Since taking over the Torchwood Three's archives he had made himself a little corner workplace. Nothing special, just a decent sized desk and a small lamp he set on the corner of it. Oh, and a high back leather chair he requisitioned for himself. If he was going to slave over Jack's mess, he decided he could indulge and have Torchwood pay for the extravagance. Not that anyone would notice really, after all he was the one who processed and authorized all requisition forms and no one was really aloud to come this far down here without him as a guide. That rule was established after a certain nosy member of the team got lost for five hours. Curiosity is nosiness, no matter what Jack says.
Now his little home away from home, well who was he kidding he rarely went home, was now inundated with files and artifacts dating back to the 70's. Apparently and thankfully for him, Torchwood Two had not been around for that long. Ianto sighed and continued on with the next box.
It was engrossed in files that Gwen found Ianto sitting at his small desk. He looked thoroughly stressed out and she really didn't want to interrupt him. However she had now been wondering around for an hour completely lost and was not about to ask Owen for help. Couldn't someone have just put signs on the wall, like 'This Way to the Main Floor'? Well, maybe that wasn't very practical in the case of invasion. The place was probably designed to get the enemy disoriented and keep employees from ever leaving.