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The man was not talking.
No matter. Now they were gone from that place ad back at the Hub Owen was eagerly trashing the vehicle the man had come in, Ianto was able to wander around the room while the man openly snarled and scoffed at Jack, sniffing.
"You know that bakery over near the fish and chip shop… that alien plant grew on the roof and we had to remove some tiles… hell of a job to replace them with the same pattern. Three decades old, not even made anymore. They had that lavender bush growing in the planet boxes" Ianto said. Jack nodded. Ianto continued "The bakery has a little flat above it."
The man slowly turned in the chair to stare at the handsome man in the three piece suit, his eyes wide. Ianto smiled back at him then said calmly "Meow?"
The man looked around the room with growing confusion.
"Right… I will get Gwen on that. Owen is still pulling that driver's seat out. I don't' know why" Jack frowned.
"We watched that cool movie Dwayne The Rock Johnson is in… you know…'Walking Tall' where his character and Johnny Knoxville's character rip apart a man's vehicle while trying to unhinge a prisoner. Of course… the man was watching the destruction of his beloved vehicle. I don't think Owen has thought it through... that car is clearly a rental." Ianto shrugged, hooking a thumb at the man in the chair. "His credit will take a hell of a knock when it is not returned."
"Oh, I know that one! The Casino!" Jack said like they were having a private conversation at the office cooler, the man in the chair now blinking as if to clear his vision.
"Maybe if we get him to bring in a headlight and let him jump on it, making weird snarly noises he will feel satiated in the destruction of this man's spirit?" Ianto canted his head "Of course, he may hurt himself falling over."
"This is Owen. Of course he will fall over and twist his ankle or something" Jack sighed.
"Excuse me?"
Both men turned to stare at the man like he had popped into existence from thin air.
"Oh… what?" Jack asked.
"I mean… what … what is going on?"
"Well… you are the one who is getting young women for the Bug Thing to kill then you are dumping the bodies. We really want the Bug Thing and if we can find the Bug Thing then you will NEVER see a jail cell for your crimes" Jack said.
Ianto looked at Jack with annoyance.
LIAR
Jack cleared his throat and added "I promise… I swear on my grave… you will NEVER be charged."
I AM GOING TO KILL HIM FOR WHAT HE HAS DONE… GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT KITTY?
"No" Ianto said out loud, "Not at all. Moses can help here, I think."
The man now looked at Ianto like he had grown an extra head.
"Come on… don't make me release the cat on you!" Ianto warned, Moses standing outside the room pressed against the glass wall. He wanted to help, knew he could and just needed a chance to prove he could be an effective member of the team.
The man looked at the black and white cat, then the two men and started to laugh. Ianto shrugged and opened the door, letting Moses in. Moses leapt onto the table and made soft chirping noises as he wandered over to the man and looked into his face.
The man snorted "So… what… he's gonna go for my jugular?"
"No" Ianto said as Moses leaned in to almost touch noses with the man. The Man's face changed, going to one of surprise as Ianto added "just your eternal soul."
The man made a snorting noise, even as his face now started to sort of melt, the muscles giving way as Moses stared him down. The man started to make a soft creening noise that changed to a struggled groan. Finally the cat looked away and the man slid down the chair to land on the floor, the gurgling noise finally dying away. Moses rolled his eyes at the drama of the man's death and flicked a tail as he cleaned a paw with that nonchalant annoyance only a cat can fully portray.
"well?" Jack asked as he sat down on the edge of the table "Is Ianto right about the flat? Is his smell still as good as ever?"
"The man lives there. The Bug Thing does not" Moses agreed "The Bug Thing is at a warehouse…"
"Ah… shit. Of course it's a fucking warehouse" Jack flopped onto the table with a groan of despair "I hate warehouses. Why is it … OK. OK, let's do it."
"Let's go check out the flat, see what it tells us and then I will go check out the warehouse" Ianto said in agreement "Moses? Coming?"
"Can my Hooman come too?"
"Moses! Owen is not a pet!" Ianto scolded, then shrugged "Sure he can come."
Moses took off, yowling for Owen and Jack laughed "He really does talk like he owns him ya know."
"Next thing you know, he will want to de-worm him or something" Ianto smiled "At least Owen does not need flea treatment. That shampoo is so expensive for a human sized pet."
They left together, the body on the floor ready for Owen to remove later.
Not like he was going anywhere, right?