6

"Tosh?" Ianto calls out as he enters the Hub, skipping down the steps to find her working feverishly at her station.

"Got it … they really wanted you. Sent it through to the others" she says softly, Ianto patting her shoulder as the little red dragon on her screen that was identical to the one on the other screens in the van waves enthusiastically.

"you know … they really lost out when they scrubbed you out. Seriously, they had no idea what they threw away Missy." Ianto snorts as he taps the screen "Hello Myfanwy."

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An upscale Loft in London. A plaque on the wall was a business award, given to one Teddy Clarkson for some yearly shit conference. The photo next to it is of the man himself, shaking hands with the local Mayor.

Clarkson is on a treadmill running hard. Has been for some time. Massive chest heaving as he pushes himself to the limit.

A large shower already running. Clarkson stops running and walks confidently through the apartment and into the shower to shove his head under the steaming water. Letting the stream run over his face. Looks down and realizes the water is pooling at his feet. The drain is plugged. Bends down to open it... When lights go out.

"What the..." Clarkson slides opens the glass door and sees... a young man sitting on the closed lid of the toilet. Across the room from the shower. An electrical cord pulled from a lamp in his hand, ends stripped bare. Eggsy stares at Clarkson. A dark, hollow stare. Plugs the cord in. Clarkson starting to step out of the shower when Eggsy tosses the cord out like a fishing cast.

It hits the water at Clarkson's feet sending a shock through his body. Moving him back into the shower. Eggsy pulls the cord back.

"Who are you?" Clarkson demands with open fear.

Eggsy stays quiet. Clarkson tries to move again. Eggsy snaps out the cord - shocking him again. Clarkson jumps back. Room filling with steam now... Eggsy's image is getting faint. Ghost-like. Begins touching the two ends of the cord together. Lighting his face through the mist in brief hypnotic flashes. Clarkson stays frozen in the shower.

"You don't know who you're fucking with." Clarkson snarls.

"I know exactly what you are"

"If you did, this would be the last place you'd..." Eggsy throws the cord again. Hits the water... this time he leaves it a bit... sparks flash as Clarkson trembles. The massive jolt surging through his body. Eggsy snaps the cord back. Clarkson breathes heavy and braces himself against the walls of the shower. Eggsy sparking the ends of the wire again. Steam getting thicker. Eggsy's image fainter.

"Special Agent Teddy Clarkson. CIA, NCS Division. Counter Intelligence, 9 years." Eggsy speaks calmly "ExNavy Seal. Your liver enzymes are high. History of primary mitral valve prolapse."

Clarkson gapes at him.

"It rains you walk with a limp because of the MCL injury you suffered in Kuwait never healed properly. I'll show you the x-rays if you want."

"You going to kill me, do it." Clarkson spits.

"I don't need to kill you like this. I can think of over 20 ways to kill you right now... in this room alone."

"What do you want, fucker?"

Eggsy stares at Clarkson through the dense steam... Almost disappearing. Tosses the cord out again and leaves it. Clarkson trembles as the voltage courses through his body. Eyes bulge, hands grip the sides of the shower... When it's almost too much to bear... The cord snaps back. Clarkson falls in the shower gasping for breath. Room now filled with steam. Can't see more than a few inches. Out in the steam the cord ends spark like an orange beacon.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Clarkson screams with pure terror now.

"I want us to be clear with one another." Eggsy says with a shrug. Clarkson sees a wooden back brush. Grabs it and breaks the brush head off. Giving him a jagged sliver of wood. Tries to see Eggsy through the steam. Can't. Just his voice as Eggsy continues to speak "I'm going to take you down. Piece by piece. And everyone that's with you. "

"You think so..."

"I'm already doing it. You just have to decide who you're more afraid of... me or them." Eggsy sparks the ends together once more... "Either way you're done. We have the chip, we will find them. You can't protect them forever ya know … all you can do is save yourself."

Clarkson slides the glass door open a sliver. Eggsy says softly "Be better all around if you turn yourself into IA. I'm offering you an out. I suggest you take it... Otherwise this will not end well for you... If you really want us in your face you are going the right way about it. You do NOT want me to make this official. If I take it to the table you are fucked."

Clarkson throws the door open and grabbing the Glock from under the towels he begins firing ... porcelain and tile shattering as six bullets demolishes the toilet ... Clarkson moving naked through the steam and finding Eggsy gone.

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Ianto sighed as he removed the glasses from his face and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Damn it. I guess it's game on" he said softly then placed the glasses into his breast pocket before picking up another file.

Jack watched his monitor up in his office and the grainy image flickered as Ianto checked the file's code along the edge and slid it into place.

Jack closed the screen and sat drumming his fingers on the desk.