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While on the other side of the warehouse Clarkson and Ace stare grimly at... the front entrance and the Titanium bicycle chain run through the door handles and locked. The blowfish that slides in to stand with them is not impressed as he yanks at it.

Eggsy waiting just off the main path. Sees Ianto's signal has stopped two hundred yards away. Not moving. Laser dots dance across shelving and materials. Stepping from the shadows come... blowfish 3, 8 and 9 Shoulder to shoulder. Fingers on triggers. Precision movements.

Ianto is moving quickly across the aisle.

They fire their weapons. Shredding everything in its path. When it settles... No Ianto.

The echoing gunshots shatter the silence. Too much for Owen. Feeling like a trapped animal so he unlocks the gate, steps in and Jack follows hissing done the coms "Gwen where the fuck are you? Is that you?"

Ianto Like a shadow. Moving towards the final area of the Warehouse. Oddly calm. Breathing measured. Just the tick... tick... tick of his watch... Clarkson and Ace with their pet fish in a construction area. Anxious and on edge. Clarkson clicks on his radio. "Stay with the Team. I want them alive, especially him."

Ianto pulls boxes of roofing nails and metal clips off the shelves as he walks... blowfish 3, 8 and 9 in the booze area. Every sound amplified. 3 hand signals he's splitting off...

Ianto Grabs a garage door remote package from a rack of them.

A knife slices open a bag a fertilizer. Then another...

Jack is running now, Owen fast behind him as the noises have ceased.

8 and 9 Move down turning the corner and... seeing Ianto directly in front of them they empty their weapons into his body... only to see Ianto's image shattering into pieces as the mirrored wall explodes into fragments... Understanding too late that... He's behind them.

Ianto is running the 6" Drywall Saw through 9's third and fourth ribs. 8 getting his weapon halfway up when he looks down and sees the Chisel protruding from his chest as he loses feeling in his extremities...

Blowfish 3 is alone. Shuddering in fear three aisles over. Gets to the end of a furniture aisle. White knuckling his weapon. About to peek around the corner. Never feeling the extension cord until it's around his neck. Body jerking like a marionette until... it isn't. Eggsy gently drops the body onto the floor.

Clarkson, Ace with Pet and the T3 team all coming together from different areas. Converging at the rear of the Warehouse. The team quickly drop as the two men look in vain for the other Blowfish they were supposed to be in control of. Their Pet is simply standing still, like he feels the impending doom.

Wound tight. No longer smug. Eyes darting all over the place.

Nine fish are strewn about in various sections. The last two men standing in the shadows. Knowing Ianto could be anywhere... About to head back into the middle of the Warehouse when... Clarkson the shadow slip into the far rear section of the place. Motions to Ace... the garden area, like a massive green house. A large area filled with pants and trees and gardening equipment. Where the hell do they get this stuff?

Clarkson, Ace and Pet stand at the only entrance to the area. Hearts beating hard and fast. Knowing Ianto is here. Using hand signals Clarkson points Ace and Pet down separate aisles.

They move slowly, every step painful. Bile and dread inching up their throats. Finally reaching the...central garden area with wind chimes, a fucking fountain and birdbaths … what? A lot of back garden stuff pinched form somewhere against the back wall all kinds of panting supplies. Enough for several grow rooms.

Against the back wall in the shadows. Just the whites of his eyes visible. Ianto is standing amongst the garden tools and a row of steel wheelbarrows.

Clarkson hears a ricking sound. Fires a shot blindly into the shadows.

Ianto Waits. Like a cobra. All three stepping into range. Garage Door remote in Ianto's hand, finger over the clicker.

The three are taking three steps closer. Then they hear it. Eyes falling on the wheelbarrow as it lowers over the kneeling body of Ianto. Exchange confused looks. And at the exact same time realizing they're surrounded by lumpy bags of fertilizer. Empty boxes of nails scattered across the floor.

Ianto's finger pushes the Clicker on the Remote as... the three have just enough time to exchange one stupid look before... BLAMMMMMM! FERTILIZER BAGS EXPLODING. Nails SCREAM through the air at the speed of sound. High pitched WHINES as the projectiles literally nail... Faces and bodies riddled with the nails. Muscles, tendons and bone cut to pieces. Organs punctured and shredded.

Inside the wheelbarrow nails thunk and pierce the steel like quills. Stopping inches from Ianto's body. Clarkson is barely alive. Bleeding from places he didn't know could bleed. Stumbling to his feet. Seeing his dead Partners. So he runs, knees pumping like out-of-sync pistons. Racing towards the team who are now standing there in shock.

"Hello" Jack says stupidly to the bleeding mess that staggers not their line of sight "Nice night for a stroll?"

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Eggsy is slipping out the door Gwen had come in through, the toaster thing under his arm and a grin on his face as Ianto walks confidently along an aisle mere metres from where Jack is standing. Jack sees a flash of something and glances over in time to see a shadow moving quickly away. His coms give a double click like someone else was on the line.

He knows he has lost the piece of tat.

Damn it all.

Kingsmen!