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The heat was thick, cloying and the dust crept into your pores. This fucking planet. This fucking hellhole.
The door was opened with ease, the men slipping in as Ianto let his second in command take the lead, not trusting himself with no tail. He knew it was a weakness, a handicap to be hesitant so he brought up the rear, sweeping their tails even if his own was long gone.
Didn't matter.
Only the mission mattered. To find the one reasonable for the sabotage of major Agency equipment, the one who ordered chaos and terrorism on a universal scale… The Snake. They had to find him, he had to be here. Gods, Ianto wanted that head.
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Jack strode through the motor pool and headed for the small skimmer he knew so well, waving nonchalantly to the pit crew as he clambered in and they stood slack jawed as he powered it up to full impulse and shot from the paring bay out into the red dust. One turned to the other "What the fuck.. did he just steal a skimmer?"
"I don't know. He's a Captain. Is it stealing when he's a Captain?"
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Distant gunfire. Ianto ran, measuring his strides, his breathing, the weight of the gun he was now glad she had handed him and he rounded the corner to find men down, one screaming bravely as she fired up at the high ground.
Ianto ran past his men, firing as well and his roar filled the space as he rained fire on those trying to barricade those doors they needed to get though. Bullets flew past, bullets tore pieces of clothing off to leave the fabric in the air for a moment, then let the thread fall like tiny feathers, Ianto long gone from that spot as he continued to rampage.
Bullets slammed into body armour that did nothing to help that knife wound in his side and Ianto knew the stitches were likely popped, he was more than likely bleeding everywhere but never mind… here at the end of all things… he would bleed with pride.
Not for the fucking Agency... for his men. For his cell. His brothers and sister here with him … thy might not have souls, but they have hearts!"
Ianto changed his stance, sliding his feet apart further as he took aim and focused the bullets on one of the struts for the balcony the bastards were on and his men saw the thought process, focusing their fire with him until finally it gave, sending those firing on them down to land at their feet, dead before they could register the clever mind that had ensured their demise.
"Now get the fucking door open" Ianto demanded, his arm tingling as he looked at it with surprise, the bullet that had pierced the armour just above the wrist where the seam was, not breaking bone but definitely cutting a swathe through flesh. "Huh. Look at that. A weakness in the armour."
A medic slapped a patch over the arm, cursing softly as Ianto ignored him, looking back to the door "ETA?"
"Three more minutes sir"
"Good… I have time to bleed then."
Some soft laughter as Ianto leered at his team, and then refocused on the door.
Time to bleed.
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Jack found the skimmers, parking next to them and removing his gun, running through the open doors and down the corridor, past the bodies of those already fallen and he did not pause to check them telling himself Ianto would not have fallen so easily. He ran for the sound of faint laughter.
Ianto.
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"Sir… breach! Another few seconds and I am in this bitch!"
"Careful Mooney... getting the men all excited with comments like that, there are ladies here… wait… scratch that… never mind… this one might cut your dick off as likely as measure it" Ianto said to general laughter as she swing to grin at him and the seal finally hissed, the doors swung open and she was almost cut down in gunfire as Ianto seized her armoured vest and yanked, hitting the deck along with the others.
"Fuck… they have a sweeper!" someone shouted, a grenade lobed over Ianto's head and the explosion was deafening. Ianto lay there stunned, the room seemed to vertebrate with too much sound… too much light… then he was on his feet, someone's hands in his armpits hefting him up and he shook it off.
"Come on bitches… hell is waiting!" he screamed running for the blackened doorway and his team followed. "let's eat barbequed snake tonight!"
Jack cursed as he took a deep breath and ran after the man he had snatched up with fear only to find him not only still alive… but seemingly in full bastard mode. They ran, fired and more than once Jack slammed against a wall as bullets whizzed past, his eyes locked on the man who didn't take evasive action… not fucking once! He ran, the only indicator that bullets were hitting him was a stagger now and then or a soft grunt before he fired with anger at the source.
Like a fucking machine.
Then there were doors and twice as many men defending. Ianto did not falter as he pulled a grenade from his pocket and lobbed it ahead still running as the explosions ripped through the corridor, and he dropped to his knee as he bowed his head with an arm raised against the blast, Jack flowing suit by holding his hat for shelter with several men who knew the drill, those who did not blown back off their feet.
Ianto rose and roared running forward and the twisting corroders seemed endless as they raced along it without anyone stopping them, then they were pouring into an opulent room where a man stood with his head raised defiantly, a gun to the head of a little boy whose tears flowed freely.
"One step closer and I will kill him!"
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Sorry you have not heard from me today... the youngest came home yesterday frantic because they had been evicted so i have spent today moving him home into his childhood room and i have to tell you... i am buggered seven ways to Sunday and my back is killing me... but it's done. He is 28 this month and so happy to be home again where the evening meal comes around the side of the gaming chair again LOL
