17

Ianto stood bereft as the men carried out armful after armful of desecrated books.

"The flood… the explosion… now this. Are the Gods trying to tell me something?" Ianto asked softly as he lamented his prized library. All the effort put into modernizing it after the explosion only for this. Luckily the smoke damage was not too bad, the books were somewhat protected in the areas where the sprinklers did not detect fire so has expelled dry foam instead but there was an entire quarter of the books waterlogged or burnt.

"We are checking the CCTV footage and will find out who did this" Jared snarled shaking with rage "I will have their balls for earrings!"

"It's OK. We are insured" Ianto said flatly, trying to comfort the mayor even as his own blood boiled.

"doesn't matter… that was personal" came the reply as Jared turned to face the man who would always be referred to as Mister Mayor behind his back regardless of whether he hand office or not. Everyone loved Ianto and he would ALWAYS be the boss.

"Well… I am retreating to the Lake House for the weekend, leaving this to the youngsters to sort. I am so angry right now and I need to de-stress before I pop a molar from the teeth grinding" Ianto huffed "Besides. That bloody dog will not stop seeking."

"What is she doing?"

"Seeking. Wait… JACK… CONNOR… MI' LADY HAS A SCENT" Ianto yelled knowing he could not keep up with her as she travelled low to the ground and Connor moved quickly to follow with the commands of a Dog Handler still in his brain.

Ianto motioned to Jack for help and soon a studio cart was moving along towards the house Mi' Lady was sitting outside patiently. Connor had several Hoodlum men and even a couple of women in full flight as they stormed the house and there was a flurry of activity before one of the Old Biddy's grandchildren exploded from the house straight into the formidable chest of a certain Captain.

"What the hell!" Jack roared, two more coming out sheepishly to stand with thier hands raised.

"It's just Justin and his friends" the old girl cried "Came last night for a wee visit. Got a little tipsy… they didn't mean any harm!"

"A wee visit. Gert, the gates are shut. Think about it… how did they get here? And suddenly my fucking library is on fire?" Ianto was not in the mod to be polite and she blinked at him.

"He would not dare. I … we raised him better!"

"Oi" Hercules stormed around the side of the house with two empty aluminium petrol cans, throwing them at their feet "these are not from these parts. We only allow red ones in the village because Ton's people get confused if the petrol is not in red containers. They like to fill the lawnmowers and generators themselves… with their own cans. Red for petrol, yellow for diesel. You know that… these are metal and smell of petrol. They did NOT come through security!"

Ianto sighed as he looked to the old Biddy again "So… want to call his parents? Or do we just let the Heddlu take care of this?"

"Oh dear."