Okay- long overdue chapter. as it says on my profile though- i am currently in the middle of my exams so chapters will be few. I am sorry but wednesday is my last exam so after then i will get another one up. I hope you forgive me and continue to reivew and read
Jack tried again, in vain, to kick down the door and swore under his breath as the cold steel jammed into his foot.
"Give it up, Jack okay?" Gwen muttered from the corner of the freezing cellar that three of the Torchwood team now found themselves in.
"I wonder if Owen's alright," worried Tosh, hugging her knees to her chest, as Gwen nursed the huge weeping cut on her forehead for her.
"Knowing Owen, he probably isn't even back yet- luckily for us."
Jack peered around the room in desperation. "There's got to be something!" he reasoned. "A window, a crack- something!"
Gwen rolled her eyes. "Jack, do you see any window? No- no door, no crack, nothing- we're trapped, give it up!" she swore angrily and brushed a loose strand of hair away from her eyes.
"Can we contact Owen- or Ianto?" Tosh asked drowsily.
"They took everything- guns, phones, even my coat!" Jack looked around helplessly. "I never know what to do without my coat."
"Do we have any idea where we are?" Gwen asked, running her hand along the wall. "Does anyone remember the trip here?"
Tosh shook her head. "I woke up just as we were being dragged down here," she muttered. "You two were still unconscious- I thought you were dead Jack!"
"I'm not so easily killed," joked Jack, despite the circumstances. "The thing is- unless we have any idea as to where we are, we're stuck here. My guess is these people aren't inviting us to a tea party either."
"Such a shame," a loud cool voice from the doorway made Jack jump. "All you Americans have no faith in us British,"
The tall man who had shot Jack earlier was standing at the door. His white drawling face, was sneering at Jack and his shiny teeth gleamed in the small light that there was. He bore a resemblance to Jack, he wasn't unhandsome, but he seemed to have a much more threatening appearance to his whole posture.
Jack froze as he finally recognised the man standing there.
"Oh…" he muttered softly. "It's you."
Gwen stared at her boss, whose face had now become deathly pale, and who seemed to be shaking slightly.
"Jack?" she asked, concerned. "Who is he?"
"His name is Farad," Jack whispered softly. "He's my Uncle."
Ianto groaned as the phone on his desk started to buzz. Rolling over in his warm bed, he pulled himself into a sitting position and glanced at the clock. It was still only about 11:30 at night- how early had he gone to bed? He reached across and glanced at the screen of his phone. He frowned at the name displayed, and answered it sleepily.
"Owen?"
"Ianto mate, I know this is weird since I barely know you and all- but I kind of need your help!" Owen's voice sounded tired too, but there was a note of urgency in its tone.
"Sure-what exactly is the problem?"
"Can you meet me down at the hub?" Owen sounded a little annoyed. "I don't feel comfortable having this conversation on the phone."
Ianto sighed, exasperated. "Owen, in case you forgot- I'm getting married in about 11 hours. Now's not really the best time…"
Ianto heard Owen swear under his breath. A moment of silence followed. Then:
"Ianto. Jack's in trouble…"
5 minutes later and Ianto's black Peugeot pulled up in the courtyard of Cardiff Tourist office. Owen was waiting for him by the fountain, hands dug deep in pockets.
He nodded as Ianto approached and sat down on a nearby bench gesturing for Ianto to join him. Ianto obliged nervously.
"What's wrong with Jack?"
Owen shook his head. "When Tosh and I returned to work this evening, there was a problem with the ri…" he paused and glanced at Ianto. "A problem with some machinery at the hub."
"I can remember about the rift Owen,"
Owen looked slightly pleased. "Really? That's great! How much else do you remember?"
Ianto grimaced. "Bits here and there. It's a bit fuzzy- but now's not really the time."
Owen nodded. "Anyway…" he continued slowly. "After a while I was sent out for pizza. When I returned the hub was ransacked and Jack and the others were missing- along with the SUV."
"Oh my god," Ianto swore. "Do you know where they are?"
Owen raised an eyebrow. "That's the odd part," he began. "Whoever it was left the tracker in the SUV. It's almost as if they want us to find them!"
"Are you sure they didn't just drive off somewhere?" Ianto asked. "Does everything have to be suspicious?"
Owen glared at him. "They do when they leave a note," he answered holding up a small piece of yellowing paper.
Ianto took it from him and glanced at it briefly. It didn't say much, but Ianto still felt his heart lurch.
Torchwood four are here. May they suffer.
Thankyou for reading. i hope this chapter makes up for the long wait- you must be confused by now, i know i am!
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