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Jack stood in the pouring rain feeling the wet as it struggled to get inside the turned up collar of his coat. Damn it all, he had missed it. Again!
He looked over at Toshiko who was still kneeling in the wet shaking her head, then she looked up "No. Gone."
"Damn it!" Jack snarled "How the hell did this happen? This is …was… a good contact!"
"Because you can't protect your people" Yvonne called out with glee as she trip-trapped towards him with those red heels clicking on the paving stones. "Christ on a stick Jack. Did your contact blow up? Boo-hoo."
Jack squared off against the woman he hated most on this shitty little rock. Yvonne Hartman. The bane of Captain Jack Harkness' existence. His nemesis. There in plain sight, crowing about things when he knew damned well she was behind at least eighty percent of the crime he was trying to clean up. The worst part of being the police detective he was, was having a good enough nose to know the mayor was the one behind this shit. Their respective special braches not there to work together, but hinder one another for the greater good. Whatever the fuck that means!
"Not before giving us a name. We will follow it up of course" he sniffed with fake bravado, watching for that tic that showed her annoyance. Yep. There is it. Bitch swallowed it. Her head canted like she was amused at him but he caught the slide of her eyes to someone for a brief moment before resuming her disinterested air.
"Come now Jack. You were too late. He gave you nothing but post-mortem gas!" she snorted, "You talk so much bullshit, most likely why the smell does not phase you too much."
She spun on one of those heels, damn it didn't break and Jack felt annoyance that she didn't' tumble on the cobles for him. He took a chance while she was turning to glance in the direction she had and the dower man in the black suit stared back at him with a look of … annoyance? Confusion? Pain?
Jack found himself string into twin storms as the man stared back, caught in one another's orbit for a moment before the suit blinked and seemed to disappear into the darkness behind him, then he was a shadow moving after Yvonne as Jack blinked now, trying to reassure himself that he had really seen someone standing there, not just some wraith.
"Who the fuck is that" Owen muttered low through the coms "A fucking Ghost."
And that was how this one got his name.
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"Come on, give me something!" Jack said with a little anger as he could possible try knowing it came out as a snarl anyway.
"Face recognition, body type, walking style … I am telling you Jack. Not a single ping through my software. It's like it can't read him. Like he's not there. Owen is right. He's a Ghost. A real live Ghost. You know she has them" Toshiko said with unusual annoyance, but at herself "Those who go by covert names, and only dress in black. Don't talk, are always there in the cloner of your eye. Clearly, he is one of those willing to step closer to the light this time."
"Means he's a strong one?" Gwen asked not sure if she should be talking as she was still on probation "These Ghosts don't usually get seen right? Why be now? It was like … I mean watching the footage … he was looking at Jack, stepped towards him, into the light for a moment as if drawn to him."
"I am pretty magnetic" Jack leered, his eyes following the replay as the man did seem to step forward like he was about to hail a cab… or him. Then hesitate before Yvonne turned to include him in the conversation.
Boo. I see you.
He wasn't looking at Jack, he was looking past him. But at what? Jack frowned as he stared at the screen and could only see the shadows cast by the street lights. Nothing there, whoever…whatever the man could see ... it was not something anyone else could.
Jack knew this man was really not a ghost…
But he sure looked like he could see one.