29 - Comfortable are you? Good. Now I change the direction of the rabbit hole I shoved you down ... heh hehe

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Jack had secured the house and they were now just waiting for the travel permits to allow them all to leave the embassy. Ianto could leave any time he wanted as could Caden and after a little consideration he told Jack he wanted to make sure it was all clean before he let the babies loose, wanting to go look in person to better visualise the things they would need immediately.

Caden was so tiny and although Ianto would have liked to take him there was no way he could carry him all the time and needed a carriage for him first. One he knew was not bugged so Jack happily settled for the afternoon with a baby in his lap and a princess at his side in their big bed. Room service and the children's movie channel was a hit with all concerned.

Ianto hummed as he walked through the barriers and knew his own home needed to be a first stop, he needed more clothes and things, also to see what messages had piled up. He really hoped his landlord had removed the food like he had asked when the storms started, a lovely lady that he hoped used the food herself with so many kittle ones.

Ianto went to the penthouse and located a retractable key chain on his belt. He removed the pile of key cards and opened the door. He slid the keys back into his pocket and entered the apartment.

He paused to stare at the mail that his landlady had carefully placed for him on the little silver tray as per his preference. It was not in order and she was always careful to please. Hmmm.

Ianto moved silently down the hall in a crouch. He came to the bedroom and slipped across the threshold to the other side of the hallway wall.

Ianto crouched down outside the bedroom door. He pointed the gun he had drawn from his jacket pocket at the door, and reached up turning the knob. As the door opened, the Man inside fired wildly over Ianto's head. Ianto returned with one shot to the gut which sat the man down on the floor. The sound of the Webley was almost deafening.

Ianto kicked the gun away from the fallen man, and raised his barrel to the man's forehead.

Ianto cocked the gun...BOOM

Ianto heard a noise in the bathroom and looked in that direction as a man exited the bathroom to see what the bangs had been. Seems old style weapons are not taught anymore and they had never heard conventional gun fire before.

"Bob?"

Bob backpedalled down the hallway and out of sight. Ianto watched him stumble out of the hallway and bang through the doors of a stairwell, disappearing.

Bob?

Really? He really was not in the mood for this!

Ianto slid the blade from his boot and jammed it into the doorframe to stop the door from being able to swing out. One of the reasons he liked that door, swings either way if you know the button to push inside. He always engaged the 'out' choice when leaving it for this exact reason.

Fuckers.

Bob slammed through the doors and began to stumble down the stairs. He encountered Ianto's landlady Mrs. Martins, on her way up. He glanced at her but did not break stride.

Mrs. Martins gives him wide berth, and quickens her pace up the stairs.

Ianto watched the doors swing to a stop. He exhaled and relaxed... then Spin-pivoted on his right heel, as a burst from a silenced sonic pistol pierced the space where his head was a split-second before as he spins around, his right hand withdrew an embassy give-away pen from his kerchief pocket, popped the cap off, and drove the pen up and through the throat of his attacker … impaled through the throat on the pen, his head snapped back.

Blood ran quickly down the front of the body, off of his shoes, and on to the floor. The stairwell doors banged open. Ianto's head turned toward the sound. His eyes locked onto Mrs. Martins who blew her cheeks out with annoyance.

Ianto rushed towards the kitchen and the closet door which was already opening. A barrel came through and fired at Ianto. Ianto pulled back behind the refrigerator and returned fire. An Assassin came through the door in a crouch and takes cover behind the cooking island. Ianto, yelled back to Mrs. Martins...who rushed toward the island, grabbing an iron skillet off the range, which she held up like a crossing-guard stop sign. She stepped toward the hidden Assassin just as the Assassin rose firing at Ianto. The skillet takes two rounds before she hammered the Assassin's head with it.

She bashed the skillet into the Assassin's skull. Ianto rose spattered with blood and looked at Mrs. Martins.

"I just need time to change." Ianto sighed softly as he looked at himself and she giggled like a schoolgirl, then seized the bludgeoned corpse by an ankle to drag down the back stairs.

Ianto cursed as he saw how much blood he had on him and changed quickly, packing a couple of bags knowing his landlady would pack everything else before torching the place.

Shame.

She really liked this one.

Damn.