TITLE:-TORCHWOOD:- AN AU.
A PACKAGE IN TWO PARTS
. (CHPT.2)
AUTHOR:- NEMOSANGEL
CHARACTERS:- JONES, DIRECTOR YVONNE HARTMAN
MENTIONED CHARACTERS:- CAPTAIN JACK HARKNESS, CAPTAIN JOHN HART, COSTELLO, (OC) COLONEL JADE MAELSTROM
PAIRINGS:- EVENTUAL JACK/IANTO
WARNINGS:- NONE
RATING:- T WORD COUNT:- 3487
SUMMARY:- MS. HARTMAN STARTS TO ROUND UP THE TRAITORS, THOSE THAT HAVE PUT ONE OF HER BEST AGENTS IN DANGER. MR. IANTO JONES PICKS UP A SHADOW BEFORE HE HAS EVEN LEFT LONDON. MR. JONES AND HIS SHADOW IN TOW ARRIVE IN CARDIFF.
AUTHORS NOTE:-
DISCLAIMER:- I DON'T OWN TORCHWOOD OR DOCTOR WHO, IT BELONGS TO R.T.D. & BBC. THIS IS JUST FOR FUN AND I HAVE HAD FUN PLAYING IN TORCHWOOD'S WORLD.
CHAPTER 2.
Ianto Jones starts the BMW up, puts it into gear and drives slowly towards the security gate. An armed security guard steps forward as Ianto stops the car just in front of the gate. Ianto opens the side window.
The security guard holds a small card scanner. "ID sir." He says to Ianto.
Ianto runs his ID card through the card scanner... The information is sent to a central database of when an agent leaves the Torchwood enclave. No agent can enter or leave without their ID. Their ID cards also hold the agents biometric information as some areas like archives need both ID card and a retina scan to enter.
The security guard looks at the small screen and smiles. "Thank you Mr. Jones." He says to Ianto. The guard then looks across to the gatehouse where there is a second guard. He gives the second guard a nod, who in turn operates a control panel for the gates.
The security gates slowly open and Ianto drives forward out of Torchwood 1's car park; out away form what for him is relative safety... Though he suspects he is safe until he picks up the package... Well the other part of the package... With his knowledge alone he could be forced to build a canon... He must keep his wits about him; use his other abilities.
As he drives away, the security guard that had checked his ID indicates to the other guard in the gatehouse that he is going to the restroom, which is near the lift for their use. As the guard enters the restroom, he checks no one else is in there... He goes to the end toilet cubicle and removes the panel that hides the toilet cistern. He retrieves a small mobile phone from behind the pipes. The security guard presses one on the keypad; he listens as it rings twice and is answered. "Mr. Jones has just left." He says into the phone then ends the call.
Meanwhile as the guard had walked towards the restroom the second guard had presses his comms unit he is wearing. "Director Hartman... Mr. Jones has just left and Sid Lister has just gone to the restroom."
"Thank you Paul... You have just been promoted." Director Hartman replies.
"Thank you Director Hartman." Replies Paul.
Back at the restroom Sid has placed the phone back behind the panel and closed it up... He then washes his hands... As he exits the restroom, he suddenly feels a jolt of electricity travel through his body... He crumples to the floor, his limbs numb, all coordination gone; Tasered... Two of Ms. Hartman's personal security officers roughly grab him. A third officer goes into the restroom and retrieves the hidden mobile phone from the toilet cubicle. Sid is pinned to the ground as the security officers painfully pull his arms back and handcuff him, then search him for any weapons.
"You Sid Lister have an appointment with Director Hartman and her interrogation team." Says the security officer who retrieved the phone.
"No!" Sid Lister tries to protest more; tries to struggle but his body still does not want to obey.
The elite Torchwood security officers drag Sid to his feet and bundle him into the lift. Instead of going up they press down, going further into the depths of Torchwood's underground world; a world Sid will never return from or if he does he will never remember this world... His outcome will depend on his answers, his cooperation, to what extent his involvement is or whether he survives the questioning and what mood Director Hartman is in... It already looks bad for him, he being a lowly security guard and Mr. Jones being an elite Agent... Which is the most valuable in Torchwood terms?
Meanwhile in Torchwood Towers lower levels, in the secure archives, Barry Graham and his assistant Chris Monroe sit at their desks.
"The first part of the package has left Torchwood." Chris says to Barry as he puts his phone back in his desk draw.
"Good." Replies Barry. He takes out his phone from his jacket pocket. "Mr. Jones and the disrupter canon is our best payout yet."
"Yes but after this we are going to have to lay low for a while or people will start to get suspicious." Says Chris.
"Or we can find another way of doing things... I don't think Hart will let us off so lightly." Says Barry pressing one on his phone. It rings three times and is answered. "Hart? Package is heading your way. Should be in Cardiff in three and a half hours." He says.
"Good! I cannot wait to get my hands on this particular package." Captain John Hart replies, full of innuendo with a hint of menace.
"We don't care what you have in mind for Mr. Jones as long as we get paid." Says Barry into the phone.
"Oh you will get paid and paid well even if he is only half as good as you say he is." Says Hart... Yes originally it was all about the Electromagnetic disrupter; a one off prototype and getting the blue prints in any form then when he realised what the delivery boy can do, what he knows about alien artefacts and on top of that, how delicious he looks, well he would have paid for Mr. Jones alone... Those talents, knowledge and eye candy... It will not matter how much Mr. Jones fights against him there are ways to bend a person's will. "Your payment will be made in the usual way with a little bonus for the delicious Eye Candy known as Ianto Jones."
Barry looks at the phone in disbelief as Captain Hart ends the call. "That man is just so annoying. One minute he is all flirting the next he is threatening all sorts of nastiness then without a struggle he is paying up with a bonus... He really wants Mr. Jones bad." He says.
"Well I am glad we don't have much actual contact with him." Says Chris. "He is a creepy, pervy psychopath."
"It's the stories he tells that get me... They are so far fetched, violent and with his weird brand of sexual kinks." Barry shivers as he says the words, remembering one particular story... He thinks is everyone is like Hart in the future then the universe is going to be one messed up place... And they have delivered Jones unto Hart!
"Hart is a right nut job." Says Chris.
They stop talking as they hear one of the doors open into this secure area. Two of Ms. Hartman's security officers enter. They stop just inside the door and look around this area of the archives, checking for any possible attacks.
Barry and Chris look at each other... They slowly stand as Ms. Hartman and two more security officers walk in.
Barry and Chris give each other a nervous look... Ms. Hartman is not scheduled to pay them a visit down in archives... She likes to visit each department at least once a month to encourage the troops (her words) and to keep in touch with the workforce.
Ms. Hartman looks around them she looks at Barry and Chris, a pleasant smile comes to her face. "Barry and Christopher. Good morning." She says, almost as if she is greeting old friends.
Ms. Hartman and her four security officers walk towards the pair.
"Director Hartman, to what do we owe this pleasure?" Says Barry with just a hint of sarcasm.
The four security officers spread out, placing themselves around the area; around Barry and Chris.
Director Hartman looks at the two men, still with a smile on her face but it does not quite reach her eyes. "I was wondering if you two gentlemen can assist me with a problem?" She says.
"A problem?" Repeats Barry. "What problem?" He can feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Has someone grassed on them? Has Hart betrayed them?
Chris clenches his fists... Flight or fight... Have they been found out?
"Well you see Barry; someone has been passing information to a criminal gang from the future... Which has brought about the disappearance or murder of some of my agents... The theft of alien technology and information. Do you know anything about it?" Ms. Hartman asks, her voice even.
"I... I... I... can explain." Starts Barry, he knows there is no point in running, fighting or denying it... Ms. Hartman must have evidence; she is not the sort who would do anything without hard evidence... Well...
Ms. Hartman raises her hand to silence him. "Save it for the interrogation." She says. "You will explain then."
Chris feels the panic rising... Interrogation! Neither of them will see the light of day again... They knew the risks; Hart had made payments worth the risks. Mind at first it had started off that Captain Hart had wanted something that he said was his... Which he paid them well for... Then he came back and asked if they could get another item from Torchwood 3 for a friend, which they had arranged for a transfer of the send item only for the agent who was sent for it to be attacked and killed... An innocent robbery; again, they were paid well for it... Then Hart informed them they will have to continue to work for him or evidence of their involvement will be passed to The Director of Torchwood... He softened the threat with payments... They had continued... Chris twitches; his nerves screaming at him to react. He makes a grab for a computer monitor; he throws it towards Ms. Hartman.
"Don't be a fool Chris." Shouts Barry. "You cannot run; escape."
Chris is not listening as he dodges around one of the elite security officers.
Ms. Hartman takes a step back and one of her officer's steps in front of her. He catches the monitor with very little effort.
Ms. Hartman looks at one of her other security officers. "Bring him down. Leg shot only." She orders, she wants them alive for now.
"Yes Director." Replies the security officer pulling out his gun and firing one shot at the fleeing archivist.
Chris feels the sudden sharp pain in his leg before his brain registers the report of a gun firing. He goes sprawling across the floor leaving a red smear on the pristine floor. He cries out, holding his leg.
Two of the security officers grab Chris, they put handcuffs on him and then half pull him, half drag him out of the archives down to the interrogation suite.
Barry had just stood passively as one of the other security officers handcuffs him and he walks under his own steam... With dignity... He knew there would or could be consequences for their betrayal of Torchwood... No of the Crown... They are traitors... Traitors to the Empire!
As Ms. Hartman leaves the secured archives, she stops in front of a group of ten people who are waiting for her. The oldest male of the group steps forward with military ridgedness and when we talk of oldest, as in his mid thirties.
"Mitchell, I want you and your team to go through the whole archives. Find out what is missing... Check all electronic data... Everything... I want to know how much damage they have done." Ms. Hartman orders.
"Yes Director." Replies Mitchell. "It will take us a while..." He pauses... He thinks of the one person who could have saved them time... "Without Mr. Jones... His talents..."
"I know." Says Ms. Hartman. "Take as much time as you need. I want an extensive stock take."
"Yes Ms. Hartman..." Mitchell hesitates for a moment, worrying over Mr. Jones... Ianto... One of the youngest of his team.
Ms. Hartman senses Mitchell's worry. "I will let you know of any new about Mr. Jones." She says... Her elite retrieval teams are trained together, live together, eat together to the point they know how each will react in a situation... They are a well-oiled machine. Even closer than most core families... They learn to work in near silence with just a look or a gesture to communicate by or in some cases, those with psi-abilities use them.
"Thank you Director." Says Mitchell, he then turns to his team. "Right you know what we are doing... Let's do this." He leads his team into the archives.
Ms. Hartman heads to the interrogation suite to personally oversee these interrogations... Mr. Jones is a very valuable commodity... Agent... Highly trained... A lot of Torchwood time and money has gone into him.
Meanwhile Mr. Jones drives through London, following The River Thames. He is calm. His mind is calm. He passes by ministry buildings, heading for the road that will take him to the M4, which will take him West to Wales... The country of his birth... He looks in the rear view mirror... His memory automatically collecting car makes and registrations without effort... In this part of London, the cars are mostly high-end executive cars... BMW's, Volvo's, Mercedes, Sarb's and the odd Bentley or Rolls. He watches with little effort, taking it all in... Only one car seems to remain, all ways two or three cars back... A black Sarb with tinted windows... Mr. Jones picks up speed as he filters into the traffic entering the M4... He notices his shadow matches his speed, three cars back... Ianto keeps himself relaxed, not wanting to alert his shadow. On he drives across English land towards the land of his birth... He wishes he had time and space to stop off to visit his sister in Newport but with his shadow, he cannot risk it.
Just over two hours into his journey, Mr. Jones pulls into a Motorway service station... Parking up he goes into the cafe. He orders a large coffee from the counter then sits at a table by the window so he can see the entrance and the car park... He notices no one gets out of the Sarb. Mr. Jones pulls out the phone That Ms. Hartman had given him and sends a text informing her of his shadow. Once done he takes a few sips of his coffee... He controls himself not to spit it out... Vile tasting but he really only stopped so he can text Ms. Hartman about his tail and have a break from driving.
The phone beeps as he gets a returned text... 'Confirmed... Let whomever continue to follow... Do not try to lose them. Just continue as is. You know you are safe until you pick up second part of package. Barry and two others are now interrogation. Hart has been named but they are not giving much away as yet. YH'.
Mr. Jones puts his phone away and looks down at the mug of coffee as if it is something that has just been poured out of a sewer. He pushes the mug away with the tip of his fingers... He stands and walks through to the shop that is attached to the cafe. He buys two cans of energy drinks and a bar of chocolate. He casually walks back towards his car, passing by the black Sarb... He looks ahead but with his wide field of vision he can just make out three silhouettes in the car... Two in front and one in the back... Great he is outnumbered... Well until things go wrong... He wonders what his two contacts are like from The Time Agency... Really like, that is in the case of Captain Jack Harkness, there are a load of rumours about him and he knows of his file... Then there is his superior Colonel Maelstrom... He also wonders where Captain Hart and gang will attack him... He knows it will be somewhere in Cardiff because of the Rift... He will put up a fight to protect the package... Oh wait he is part of the package... Well he will defend himself... He must concentrate!
Mr. Jones continues to casually walk back to his car... Making sure his psychic barrier is up... Unreadable... If Torchwood of the twenty-first century trains some of its agents with psi-abilities; to use them on missions then it is logical The Time Agency will have similar training/abilities. Well actually, he knows The Time Agency do have agents with psi-abilities from the files in the archives... Usually the Time Agents work in pairs, at least one of them has psi-abilities as an aid/weapon on a mission... So the question is does Hart have psi-abilities?
Mr. Jones gets back in his car and continues his journey with his shadow following several cars back. He keeps up a steady speed of 70 miles an hour, right on the speed limit along the M4. The only time he drops his speed is as he approaches the Seven Bridge, a speed limit of 50... Then slows to a stop to pay the toll then on through into Wales... Continuing on his way along the M4 until the Cardiff turn off.
Ianto Jones slows right down to 30 miles an hour as he drives through the Cardiff streets... He quick look at his watch shows he has made go time... He has time to get lunch before he meets Miss. Costello... No point going into the affray on an empty stomach. He drives down towards the Cardiff Bay... A lot has changed since he was a child around the bay... Ultra modern buildings... The Millennium Centre, Roald Dahl Plass. and The Water Tower, which is where he is meeting Miss. Costello at fourteen hundred hours. He drives down Lloyd George Avenue... He looks in his rear view mirror... The black Sarb has disappeared... He bets they have gone down Bute Street... Just parallel to the road he is driving down... Ianto gets to the round about at the bottom of the avenue and drives round passed the Dragon Centre... He glances in his rear view mirror just in time to see the Sarb coming out the small road at the bottom of the Cardiff Bay station that connects the two roads... Ianto continues road to a small road that takes him to a car park behind the little white Norwegian Church... He finds a parking space and switches off the car engine. He gets out the car and slowly walks over to the ticket machine. On buying a ticket, he returns to the car with it. As he sticks the ticket to his window screen the Sarb slowly enters the car park and pulls into a parking bay by the entrance... No one gets out... Ianto grabs his gun from between the front seat and places it in its small holster towards the back of his trousers, under his jacket out of sight. He checks he has his wallet safely in his inner pocket with a small packet, which holds ten small retcon tablets. He stretches his tall frame, trying to relax his tired tense aching muscles from the long drive... On doing this, he is suddenly hit by an over whelming feeling of someone watching him with a none to health interest... Someone who cannot shield his or her interest in him or maybe someone who is doing it deliberately; trying to make him feel uncomfortable... He shivers slightly at the feeling. So it is possibly Hart as it is sooo... The feeling is just so strong; so wrong. He shivers again and closes the car door, locks it and then walks across the grass to the path at the edge of the bay, so avoiding passing the Sarb. Ianto walks towards the cafes and the bars that over look the bay, Mermaid Quay. He knows he is just above Torchwood 3's underground base... He stops by the top of the steps and looks around as he has a strong feeling of being watched, he watches the patterns of the people moving around, nothing seems out of place... He pulls his shoulders back and with his head held up high he walks up to the Terra Nova... On entering, he is shown to a table near the door and window... He orders a Tuna sandwich and a drinkable coffee. While he waits for his order he texts Ms. Hartman to inform her he has arrived in Cardiff with the shadow still in tow and that he is having his lunch before his meeting with Miss. Costello. Once that is done he sits and eats his lunch pondering what is going to happen over the next few hours; wondering whether he will survive this mission... For some reason the thought that he might die does not disturb him as much as he knows it should and nor does the possibility of him being dragged to another time; a future time. He continues to eat, counting the time down until his meeting with Miss. Costello.