A/N: SORRY GUYS. Have two chapters!
Sam looked around with wide eyes as he stepped into the Hub. Before he'd been too overwhelmed by everything to truly appreciate the scale of the underground base. He slowed his walk as he stared around, letting out a low whistle.
"Bit bigger than you thought it was then?" Lucy asked with a smirk. "I mean I know it's not open field and a bakery but... we do our best."
"Last time I was here I was more preoccupied by everything else that was going on. And it's not a patch on an open field and bakery"
"Good to know we're not getting too big for our boots and we still have people to put us in our place." Jack said walking down from his office to join them. "Good to see you again Sam, how is everything?"
"Well we didn't murder him last night, decided that would be too much effort." Lucy said with a shrug as she logged into the system and Ianto went to go make the coffee.
"You decided it would be too much effort." Ianto said sarcastically. "I had no problem with it"
Sam laughed softly, "well thanks. Glad to know you're so happy with me sticking around"
"Well it's more that Lucy can't be bothered to hide your body." Ianto called over as he put the kettle on and got the mugs out.
"It's your job tidying up after Torchwood's mess isn't it?" She called back, they had decided last night between the pair of them that the best thing to do was to simply treat Sam as a friend and act a bit more like they did outside of Torchwood with him even when in the hub, which meant being a bit less professional than normal and Ianto acting more his age and less the age-less butler.
"And now I'm scared" Sam sighed, "good to know the people who took me in are so pleased that I survived the night"
Lucy didn't say anything just smirked and went back to checking things on the computer. Jack laughed before turning serious and talking business.
"Tosh put you into the system yesterday and set up a bank account for you so we'll go over that when she gets here if you want your own place to stay we can find that for you as well. But really, and in the nicest way possible. I don't know what to do with you. You can stay with us for as long as you want to though."
He nodded slightly, "okay. Well thank you. Though in the nicest way possible, I really don't want to stick around"
"Cariad, this is what happens when you threaten to murder our guests." Ianto said coming over with a tray of mugs. "They don't want to stay with us. Sam I didn't know how you liked your coffee so I've made a black one but also have sugar, cream and milk."
"Technically I haven't threatened to murder him yet." Lucy pointed out grabbing hers. "Right, sorry to love you and leave you all but I'm going to go get some practice in before I get on with paperwork that I need to fill out for taking Sam out of the very safe hands of the police. Ignoring the fact that he would have managed to get out of there if we hadn't turned up. Sam you're welcome to join me just make sure to press the buzzer on the side of the door before you come in so I stop shooting."
He picked up the coffee and smiled, "thanks Ianto." He looked over at Lucy, "shooting? Yeah I'll join you. Can I have my knives? So I can practice?"
"I'll make sure your knives are on the side waiting for you." She kissed Ianto and grabbed a file from a previously locked drawer. "Buzz me if you need anything. Oh and if Owen wants more blood I'm busy."
He grinned, "Thanks Lucy. I'll come down in a bit if someone will show me the way"
"Ask nicely." She said with a grin as she started down the stairs, grabbing a donut from the kitchen and shoving the file under her arm. "Although if you could please remind Tosh that I haven't seen her yet this week it would be great. Plus I still owe her an apology and the rest of that story."
"Sure" he looked around at the others
"We'll make sure you don't get lost." Ianto said reassuringly. "Tosh'll be in soon, then Gwen and Owen about half an hour later than the rest of us, at least. And he will want to run the test again just so he can confirm what your normal is."
"So do you need me to stay up here until Owen's done?"
"Ideally, he can argue with Lucy after." Jack said. "I can start to go over the differences in our worlds with you now. Ianto I need you back in the archive. UNIT are claiming we've got something of theirs from the 60s, something that originally belonged to Sir Henry Kensellior's Counter-Measures team. I was planning on talking to you about the differences between worlds."
Sam nodded again, "There are a lot of differences to get through"
"That's why you've got me. I've seen enough worlds that I should be able to help you with it. Ianto?"
"I'll get right on it sir." Ianto said as he picked up the tray. "Any idea what the object is?"
"Something dangerous from off planet with the word UNIT on the side." Jack said rolling his eyes in a silent apology. "Don't bother looking too hard, I just need to be able to truthfully say we looked."
"I'll see you later then Sam and make sure your coffee is done properly next time."
"Okay so where do we start!"
"The beginning's a good spot. Let's go up to the conference room and do it there." Jack said gesturing ahead of him and then realising that Sam wouldn't know where to go so he led the way.
He followed him, resuming his curious gazing around the hub
Jack opened the door to the conference room and sat automatically in his seat at the head of the desk. It meant he could see the rest of the hub through the large glass windows and would know when the others came into work.
"Lucy mentioned open and green. Is that just where you are or..." He asked the first question deciding he may as well jump straight into it.
"All the places I've been to. But I avoided the larger towns whenever I could"
"So no electricity then." Jack said, only half-guessing.
"Nope. No electricity"
"Ok, a brief history of Earth, where we are in it and how things work."
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Lucy sighed and put down Cecil as the light above the target turned orange. She had been ignoring it when it was green knowing that it was almost certainly Owen calling her up for her medical and so he could take more blood. But she couldn't complain too much about him removing a unit every other week as his blood bank had saved her life when she had been shot, as well as when she had aged and had a heart attack. However that didn't change that it was now pretty much a tradition that she would try and put it off for as long as possible and gripe at Owen.
She had spent most of the morning getting the official transfer paperwork done for Sam (Katrina had been glad to get it and Lucy promised a proper explanation the next time they met up) as well as sending a message to Tosh asking her to hack into UNIT and make sure they didn't notice anything when Sam had arrived. Her weekly finance report was partially done as well which, as far as she was concerned, meant it was a morning well spent and she could get away with spending another half hour or so on the range.
Sam's knives were still on the side (she had retrieved them from the armoury where Jack had put them the day before) she grabbed them, planning to give them back to Sam when she got top-side again as he hadn't come down yet. Which was hopefully a sign of him getting along well with the others and Jack trying to get him acquainted with this new world. Lucy wondered if Ianto had told anyone that Sam was an ex-assassin and what the reaction of the team would be.
"You called?" She asked as she walked into the main area. Owen was waiting for her impatiently.
"I buzzed green 15 minutes ago."
"I know. Besides." Lucy continued seeing that Sam was still in the medbay. "Looks like you've only just finished with Sam. Oh." She passed over the knives that she had picked up from the side. "I grabbed these for you. Figured you'd want them back sooner rather than later"
Sam grinned, "Thanks Lucy. Yep he has only just finished. And I'm really glad of it!" He strapped the weapons belt around his waist, "nice to have these back. I missed them" he lovingly caressed his thumb over the handle of one of the knives
"Oh god you're as bad with her and bloody Cecil." Owen moaned. "Lucy, medbay now."
"We've got a guest and I'm busy doing other things, I've got plenty of paperwork that I didn't do yesterday." She knew it was a feeble argument but had to try anyway, it was pretty much tradition at this point.
"And my stock of your blood is pretty empty. Let me set up the drip for the blood and you can do the paperwork at the same time. I'll pester you about the medical later, right now I don't have the energy to argue. But I will need it before close of day tomorrow."
Lucy considered it a win and shrugged as she sat down on the bed and pulled her leather jacket off, showing off her t-shirt that declared she would one day take over the world, so Owen had access to her arm.
"Jack do a good job of explaining this place to you?" She asked Sam
"These knives are my livelihood" Sam protested to Owen. He smiled at Lucy, "yeah, I think I've mostly got it. I mean it's still really strange but... We had a good talk about it, he flirted a bit."
"Flirting is his way of communicating. OW!" Lucy flinched as Owen gave her no warning and stabbed her.
"It never ceases to amaze me, you didn't complain when you got shot and yet a small needle..."
"Yeah well the needle hurts. Anyway Sam, if Jack flirted too much don't worry about it, or even better let him know you're taken and he'll tone it down. He won't stop, I don't think he'll ever stop but he won't be actively trying to get off with you. Oh and that's not an aftershave it's his natural 51st century pheromones."
"Right. Well good to know. I did definitely let him know I'm taken but no harm in a little flirting. I mean if I wasn't taken I probably wouldn't say no..."
"You talking about Jack?" Gwen asked leaning over the bannister and Lucy nodded.
"What gave it away? The 51st century bit?"
Sam leaned back and looked up at Gwen
Lucy returned her attention to Sam. "Everyone has been tempted by Jack don't worry."
"You broke up with Ianto because you thought he was tempted by Jack." Gwen commented, although she said it considerably louder than she meant to.
"Yes." Lucy said taking a deep breath and glad that Owen had finished setting up the drip so she could concentrate on that rather than what Gwen had just revealed. "Yes I did..."
"I'm not surprised, Jack is a sexy man-wait. What?"
"In the show..." Lucy said not looking up from her hands, finding it suddenly vital to remove the dirt from under her fingernails. "Ianto and Jack are together... I thought it would be better if he wasn't with me. So I broke up with him. Didn't work and just made us both miserable. But yeah..."
"Oh..." Sam took a moment to process this information before looking up at Gwen "and is it usual for you to broadcast people's private lives like that?"
Gwen flustered, but Lucy still didn't look up. Ianto might have forgiven her but it wasn't something either of them liked talking about.
"Not her fault." She murmured, not sure why she was defending Gwen. If she had looked up she would have seen Owen stare at her before returning to putting his equipment away. "Everyone here knows I did it."
"I didn't." He pointed out, "just seemed a slightly unnecessary comment to make. Even if everyone else in the room knew about it, I know I certainly wouldn't like people talking like that about my life"
"We don't get along." Lucy shrugged, looking up and acting as though it didn't bother her. "Beside we're back together and it's all ok now. Although I don't bring up her affairs even if the rest of us know about it too." Gwen saw her glance over at Owen and flushed angrily.
"That much is obvious. And that clearly makes you a better person" he folded his arms, looking challengingly up at Gwen
"You've got no idea who I am!" Gwen said angrily. "Lucy knows all our dirty secrets because she's just a geek."
"I thought we were trying to get along Gwen." Lucy said slipping off the table and grabbing the drip, that Owen had rigged up to a stand so she could still get on with her job while she was giving blood. "There's no need for the name calling or anything similar. We both know that I don't like you and you don't like me, even though I respect and trust you with my life in the field. But funnily enough I haven't told Sam anything about your life or even hinted towards any dirty little secret that I might or might not know. I've had other things to talk about, Sam is the only person in the whole bloody universe who knows what it's like to be torn from your home. To have every atom pulled from one universe to another. So I, no, hadn't got round to mentioning that I broke up with Ianto because I thought he should be with Jack. And before you say anything I haven't mentioned about how I let Owen get killed and then brought back either. But they've both forgiven me Gwen, the people I wronged the most have forgiven me so why the hell do you keep bringing it up? I get why you're upset that I let Owen die but my relationship with Ianto has got nothing to do with you so get over it." She took a deep breath and forcibly tried to calm down, she tugged on her plait and took another breath before turning to Sam. "Anything else about my life here you need to know or can we just move on and go down to the shooting range?"
Sam stepped back slightly and raised his hands in a half surrender, "I didn't need to know anything about your life. Your life is your business."
"Sorry" Lucy said with a sigh, "I'm just..." There wasn't really an explanation for why she had snapped at Sam, especially as it wasn't Sam she was annoyed with. "Sorry. Um... shooting range is this way." She walked away pulling the drip with her, not looking back to see if Sam was following because it would mean looking over at Gwen and right now she wasn't sure what she would do if Gwen said something else.
Sam hesitated for a brief moment before following her, glancing curiously around the hub and trying to take everything in.
Once they were descending the steps towards Lucy's domain she spoke again.
"I really am sorry for snapping at you Sam. Gwen just... she knows how to get under my skin. Of course I do the same to her whenever the opportunity arises."
He sighed softly, "it's okay. It's easy to take out your frustrations on the wrong person, I get that"
"Doesn't make it better though and I still need to apologise to Tosh. I shouted at her yesterday when I discovered about where you'd come from. I used to be good at controlling my temper I swear." She laughed scornfully at herself and then scanned her thumb, there was a pause while the machine read the information and confirmed that she was a member of Torchwood and the light turned green giving them access to the armoury and then from there her office and the shooting range.
"I've yet to see that" he teased lightly
"Yeah." Lucy agreed holding the door open for him. "Welcome to my bit of Torchwood, careful with some of the alien weapons. Or aliens things that we've labelled potential weapons"
"I think I may steer clear of those. I don't recognise... Anything" he said as he stepped inside and looked around.
She let the door shut behind him and just leant against the wall watching him as he looked around.
"Most of the alien tech is just a guess, or Jack's used it in the past, or I saw it on TV." She said with a shrug. "The normal guns and stuff are further back, closer to the range so we don't need to go so far to get them whilst training, I've got to keep this thing in me for the next half hour so…" She gestured to the drip that she was still pulling with her. "Just look around for a bit, I can shoot with it but it's more awkward."
"I wouldn't know a normal gun either. Not my area"
"What abooout..." She opened one of the cupboards and pulled out the musket that was there. "one of these?"
He looked at it for a moment, "I might have seen something similar. But never touched one"
"Fancy trying?" The challenge was clear in her voice.
He hesitated before looking up at her, "what's the harm. Sure"
"Come on then." She grabbed some of the musket balls and led him towards the range, passing over ear protectors. "You'll need these in a bit."
He took them, turning them over in his hands as he followed
"Out in the field you'll be fine without them but the room echos." She explained. "It's just not worth not having them. Ok, first thing, this is the only gun I will ever give you that you'll point at your face. For that reason leave it half-cocked when loading so if you nudge it you don't blow your face off."
"Right..." He said slowly
"It's not loaded right now and I don't want to scare you, but I doubt Cale would be impressed if we managed to get you home but you were missing half your face. Hence the brief safety talk, this bit" She pointed at the hammer, "needs to be in this position for you to load it and this position," she pulled it back fully. "to shoot. Ok?
"No, I don't think he would..." He said softly, watching what she was doing intently
"Good, now the scare tactics out the way this is how you load a musket." She put it back on half cock and ripped the charge and made a point of holding onto the ball at the top while pouring the powder down. "This bit's the bit that goes flying and into targets." She slipped the ball down the musket as well. "It's also not the most accurate of weapons, so we'll use the bigger targets. Finally, extra padding and the ramrod to shove it all together." She picked up a thin metal pole and pushed it all down to the bottom. "Following so far?"
He nodded, still watching her every movement with an intense gaze
"Good. None of the others really care about the old fashioned guns so this is the first time I've had to show someone how to use it. I've only ever played with it a couple of times, simply because it's a musket and muskets and musketeers are cool. Once you've finished with the rod, you just need to stick some gun powder at the bottom in this flash pan and pull the trigger. Ear protectors on." She put her yellow pair on and waited for Sam to do the same.
He nodded as he watched what she was doing before slipping the ear protectors on, not particularly liking the way they made him feel deaf as well as blind
Lucy didn't bother saying anything now the protectors were on, you could still hear a bit with them on but not that much. She aimed at the large target at the end of the room, pulled back the hammer and squeezed the trigger.
Sam's gaze flicked from her stance to the weapon to the target and back.
The musket ball flew from the gun with a bang that they could still hear through the protectors and hit what looked the middle rim of the target from where they stood, 70m away from it.
"Not bad." Lucy mused as she pulled the protectors off and checked that the drip was still in place. "Like I said, this isn't a precision weapon but it causes a hell of a lot of damage." She pulled the hammer back to its 'safe' position and passed the weapon to Sam. "Your turn?" She passed it around the drip and took a step back.
He pulled off the protectors once she had, "yeah. Let's give this a go..."
"Stay calm" Lucy advised, "Get used to the weight and rest the butt against your shoulder but be prepared for the backlash"
He nodded, clearly uncomfortable with the heavy weapon in his hands
"As long as you keep the hammer half-cocked when you load it and keep it pointed at the ground but not at your feet at all other times, it can't do anything to you." Lucy tried to reassure him, not sure if she was doing a good job or not.
"It's not very subtle, is it?"
"This one isn't" Lucy agreed gesturing at the musket but pulled Cecil out of where he was neatly tucked and hidden under her jacket in the waistband of her jeans. "Cecil is."
"It still makes a noise though, doesn't it? I mean it's not like with something like this you could sneak up on someone and slit their throat without anyone being any the wiser."
"You can put a silencer on guns." Lucy shrugged. "I guess both weapons have their advantages and disadvantages."
"Plus the supply of ammunition. Is it easy to get hold of?"
"Easier in America than here, but still fairly easy. There are specific shops that sell ammunition but you need a gun license. Which every member of Torchwood gets once they've past their first week of training."
"I see" He said softly, still thinking and weighing the weapon in his hands, examining it closely
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to." Lucy said seriously seeing that Sam still wasn't sure about the idea of doing something that was so different to what he was used to; the musket was a big and heavy weapon and Sam was used to small and subtle knives.
"It's a little too cumbersome" He looked up at her
"Fair enough." She shrugged and took the musket back from him, leaving it on the side to remind her to clean it later before it went back into storage. "I mean I can teach you to use a smaller one or you can just show off with your knives."
He smiled and nodded, "Something smaller and lighter. More subtle"
"Let's see if we can find you a small gun or something then. We've got a few spare stun guns, they're easy enough to use stick it against someone and press the button. Tasers aren't bad but not that subtle..."
"A small gun sounds better. In my world they're just... not really used"
"Fair enough. They're used in my world just not by me. I lucked out in the sense that my world is similar - but without the aliens and time travel to the best of my knowledge"
"My world is totally different to this. At least... the part of it I knew."
"I was just a person, nothing important or anything out of the ordinary, just a bog standard person. And now I'm here and I'm something more, or maybe I'm what I've always been but the world is more"
He thought for a moment, "I wasn't anyone special. With my job you were taught to blend in. You didn't want to be noticed, being noticed meant failure and failure meant death"
"Fancy pretending we don't have a shitty past and shooting things?"
He smiled slightly and nodded, "That'd be nice"
"And then you can show off with your knives and I can be jealous." She added with a laugh as she led Sam towards their supply of small guns
He laughed, "I've been trained with the knives almost all my life"
"Whilst I've only ever used them in cooking."
"Oh they've been used for that too"
"Well that's ok then. As long as you used them for cooking as well..."
"Now mostly they're used for skinning rabbits"
"But you don't have rabbits anymore. The police took them." She smirked.
"Don't remind me. That was a morning's work" He sighed, "If I don't get back then... a lot of people at home rely on me"
"If anyone can get you back Tosh can." Lucy promised, phrasing her sentence carefully. if Sam asked her directly if he could get home or not she didn't know what she would say. The walls between the worlds were obviously weakening if Sam could fall through, but then she'd fallen through two and a half years ago and was still there.
He looked at her for a long moment before nodding slightly, "I hope she can"
"Me too." Lucy agreed, glad that Sam seemed to have the sense not to ask questions that he might not like the answers to. "Fancy learning how to use one of these?" She asked gesturing at the guns behind her.
"I don't see much point in me learning how to use a gun" Sam answered honestly, "I mean, I'm not going to be able to use one in my own world. You've shown me the basics so that'll be good enough"
"Fair enough, it's mostly aim at the other people and pull the trigger anyway. You might not hit anything but you'll definitely give them pause for thought." Lucy shrugged. "You can just play for a bit and show off. I should probably get some paperwork done, never ending paperwork."
Sam smiled, "That'd be fun. I can never resist a chance to practice"
"Awesome while you do that. I'll sit at the back using the table as a desk. I've got a three light system as well, so don't worry if the light above the targets changes colour. Unless it turns to red, that normally means there's a creature or something for us to deal with." She walked into her side office leaving Sam to it while she grabbed the most recent thing that had ended up on her desk
Sam put his hands in his pockets, watching her as Lucy pottered around her desk grabbing a couple of different pieces of information about their recent relationship with UNIT, and how UNIT was changing now Kate Stewart had reinstated the role of scientific advisor. Sam sighed, looking around what he could see of the hub.
Once she had what she needed to get on with the report for Jack she walked back into the range, not that she ever thought he would do anything more than glance over it and make sure there wasn't anything that would make his job more difficult. Not that he ever talked to UNIT if he could get away with it. Sam appeared to be looking round, there wasn't anything special about her range, although she had destroyed it once before.
"You can go look round the whole hub if you want. I'm sure Ianto would show you round the archives."
Sam looked over at her and shrugged, "no, it's okay. I just..."
"It's all a bit different to what you're used to?"
He sighed and nodded, looking at the floor, "yeah"
"Well all I can offer today is the range but tomorrow we can go to the Beacons which'll be a lot closer to your normal. Sorry."
"Just to get out for a little while seems... The most I can hope for at the moment"
"You don't need to stay in with us if you don't want to." Lucy offered suddenly realising just how much he was imprisoned even though he was no longer in the cells. "You're not our captive."
"I don't have anywhere else to go" he replied simply
"Doesn't mean you need to stay inside with us all day. I mean I had no where else to go so I stayed, but I'm used to this level of technology and the way the world works."
"I have nowhere to go. I don't know anything of this world. It's... It scares me" he admitted softly, looking away
Lucy held back a sigh, she knew that it was a big deal for Sam to admit he was scared and she didn't want to say anything that could cut him off.
"Ok first things first, I find playing on the range with Cecil a great way of clearing my mind. I'm sure it's the same for you and your knives. There's no point you trying to work out what next when you can't think straight. Second, once I've got this thing out of me and Owen has another pint of blood. Jack and I can give you all the options and Ianto can dig out the tents and you can be dropped into the middle of the breacons (but away from the army) and get your head straight if needed. Sound ok?"
He mulled this over for a long moment before nodding, "yeah. Yeah, that sounds good"
"Awesome. Well I need to write up this report for Jack - not that he realises that he needs it - not yet anyway." She gestured at the papers she had put on the table "You have fun."
He grinned softly at her, "thank you"
Lucy shrugged it off. "Don't mention it. Or rather mention in front of Gwen how brilliant I am. She's still talking about how she calls Emma to check up on her. Oh Emma was a young girl who flew through the rift from about 50 years ago. Gwen took her in and helped her get a job in London - it's one of the biggest cities in the world"
Sam nodded, unsheathing one of his blades and spinning it in his hand. After a few moments he said conversationally, "what is it between you and Gwen?"
Lucy looked up from where she had just sat herself at the desk.
"It's really quite small, minor and petty but it boils down to the fact we don't get along. Like I'll trust her in the field with my life. But outside of the field, we're just very different people. She believes in the system and that doing things the right way means reporting things to the authorities and let them take over. She's become less naïve but still has that innate faith in authority. I learnt from an early age not to trust the authority and that telling them could make things a lot worse. Plus there's the whole TV thing and the fact I hadn't told her that I have knowledge of the future, she seems to think she has the right to know everything I know." She shrugged. "We just don't get along but enjoy needling each other."
Sam contemplated this, "must be nice though." He said after a moment, "to be able to trust people even if you don't get along with them. She just seems to make digs and say things that don't seem entirely necessary"
"Yeah well I give as good as I get. She just doesn't think before she speaks most of the time, wears her heart on her sleeve with no effort to cover it up whilst mine is hidden and I often think things through more than I should to make sure I don't give anything away that could be used against me.
As for being in the field, that took Jack disappearing for three months before we got comfortable enough with each other."
"I noticed. Like how she was saying things that made you uncomfortable being said in front of me" he sighed softly, "I'm still getting the hang of trusting people"
"I've been here for almost two years, ignoring the year that never happened - I'll tell you that story later. It took me nearly a year to admit to Ianto that I had nightmares and only got a couple of hours of sleep a night because of them. This team, Jack, Ianto, Owen, Tosh and maybe Gwen are pretty much the only people I trust. Truly trust, they're some of my first friends. And even then they don't know about my life before here, they might have picked up a few things but Ianto's the only person I've ever actually spoken to about it."
She fiddled with her watch instead of looking at him. "Trust is hard."
"I've lost everyone I was close to. And being raised as an assassin... I've had to kill more than one of my comrades because they became 'unreliable'" he threw the knife he was fiddling with hard at the target at the far end of the range, embedding it up to the hilt directly in the centre, "you never knew if you were next"
"If I didn't stop screaming at night, I would be stopped." Lucy still refused to look at him although she had moved on to playing with her pen instead of her watch. "There would be nights where Becks would have nightmares, those were the worst. And I would have to go to school the next day and pretend that everything was fine and that I had just forgotten my PE kit so I wouldn't have to get changed. Except that led to me getting detentions and he didn't like that. I couldn't win and I wasn't stupid enough to think telling someone would help."
"Telling people doesn't help" he replied tightly, "it gets you and others hurt" he pulled a second knife and threw it, turning to her and not having to look at the target at the end of the range to know he'd hit dead centre again. "But we've survived. We've survived and we're loved."
"Yeah..." Lucy mumbled and was glad to see that she had finally filled up the bag with a unit of blood. "I'm gonna go get Owen to take this out. Um... I'll be down in a bit try not to blow it up. It'll be annoying if I miss it." She left as quickly as she could without looking rude and wasn't completely sure if she had succeeded or not.
He watched her go before spinning around and stalking over to the targets, tugging the knives harshly from where they were embedded.
