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Darkness is falling as the team assemble outside a warehouse in the industrial part of town, Gwen racing off around the building in a crouched position as Jack looks at the other team member with him. He has been stewing all day and shooing something right now seems like a good plan. "Right. Why is it always a warehouse?"
"Reports say there is a whole shoal of them congregating here" Owen hisses as he checks his safety. He looks up to find Jack staring a hole in him and grimaces "What? Too much?"
"Gwen? Are you in position?" Jack asks with a sigh "Tosh?"
"In position" Gwen replies "Tosh?"
"I have you on thermal imaging" she finally replies "Sorry. The Drone was getting buggered with the wind up here. Right. I count … eleven of them by the looks of it, their main mass is in the back room. Must be the meeting place for the swap."
"Right. We have been after this piece of tat for fucking months. My contact says the meet is here for the swap. Let's not fuck this up guys" Jack hisses as he straightens his shoulders and takes a deep breath, "and if you see a bluish looking toaster thing … don't touch it. It's mine!"
Owen rolls his eyes as they all slip into the darkened warehouse through the two doors … Gwen flanking at the back of the building as Jack and Owen stalk in via the side door. The skylight is also opened and someone drops in, Tosh cursing softly as her camera picks up the familiar figure for a moment in the shadows.
"Ianto" she hisses "What the hell are you doing?"
"You heard him. Toaster thing. Think girl. It's not his. It's mine!"
Tosh groans as she knows this was all coming to a head. Jack and Ianto after the same prize. Only one could get to it and she knows neither would back down when it comes to a bum fight. Christ. She reaches for her phone and makes a call, cursing softly in Japanese when she learns that it is a sanctioned mission as Jack listens on the other end of the coms with interest. Yeah … he can do that. Designs them after all.
He can only hear her side but he is interested all right.
A Mission?
And who is The Dragon?
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The warehouse has high shelves full of tat like it was a storage facility or maybe an underground Warehouse. Household goods clearly stolen are on display for the underground buyer. Silent. Nobody moving. Warehouse quiet and empty. Aisles deserted. Place feels feral and dangerous. That's when the power goes out. The warehouse is plunged into blackness.
Outside the building with his favourite henchman Ace, Clarkson feels the chill run down his spine. Flips the safety off "We are not the only ones here are we. He took the bait. Let's do this"
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Dark figures are moving into the belly of the Warehouse from every conceivable angle...Blowfish 4, 5, 6 AND 7 Walking slowly. Every sound heightened.
Blowfish 8 and9 have Kel-Tec Shotguns on their hips. Eyes scanning every shadow and space. Blowfish 1, 2 and 3 Fan out. Each taking a different aisle.
Blowfish 2 and 3 Start down a row that has lamps, lighting fixtures and bedroom tat. Broken bulbs litter the middle of the aisle where someone ransacked the shelves... blowfish 1 steps into the area that is under repair. Sees... tarps, paint cans and a halogen work light splayed across the floor... Slowly manoeuvres around the mess... Stepping over the Halogen stand when the lamp blazes in momentarily blinding Blowfish 1. Turns his head away and finds the spectre of...IANTO Who JAMS his thumb into the Blowfish's eye. Then his throat. Cutting off his ability to make sound. WHAM! WHAM! Two thumbs into his ribs and diaphragm. Blowfish 1 doubling over. Making it easier for Ianto to snap his neck. He adjusts his glasses and moves on.
Blowfish 2 and 3 walk with purpose down an aisle with pot plants and such, one plant seeming to move like it was following their path and Blowfish 2 glances back at it nervously. Fucking plant.
Blowfish 4 sweeps his gun across the area... toilets?
3 is in the Hardware Section. Mid-aisle. Stops and listens. Hears a snapping sound one aisle over. Quietly pushes aside some boxes on the shelving unit. Creating space to see into the next aisle revealing Eggsy pulling the trigger on the pneumatic nail gun. A single cement anchor thudding into Blowfish 3's forehead. Pulls the spent CO2 cartridge out and pops in another... Blowfish 5, 6 and 7 Stepping around the corner. Seeing their dead comrade. Faces twists into a masks of rage. Anger blinding them as they stalk down... the appliances aisle in and around the fridges. Past the washers and dryers... Then a humming sound. Stop... listen... Eyes following the sound to... the microwaves … Timers ticking down. Blowfish 5 leans down and looks inside the nearest one ... through the microwave window a small propane tank turning slowly on the plate. BOOM! The wall explodes into flames. A huge fireball engulfing all three Blowfish. Bodies catching fire...
The sounds coming from deep inside the Warehouse waft back Jack and the team. The screams startle them... Owen backs away from the gate he was in the process of opening to let them into the aisle area. Gwen is on the other side of the holding pen frozen with shock.
Blowfish 8 and 9 hear the screams. Following them into...the appliance aisle where Blowfish 5,6 and 7 lay smouldering. Flesh burning off their bones. Fear now fills their souls. 8 and 9 exchange looks, turn and BOLT... Racing like the wind towards... the front doors where they STOP DEAD.
Chained and padlocked. From the inside.
What the fuck?
