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Owen's history files scroll down in print and pictures, graduation, security photo from his medical internship and such stream in front of the Agent.
"Remarkable children." He says softly as he looks more closely at a picture of a young Owen and Ianto in their Agency Uniforms.
Tanzanaki storms in, two security men (not the ones from before) and a nervous young female intern following. He looks greyer and more gaunt than when we saw him last.
"Excuse me! No one is allowed in the records room without my express permission." Tanzanaki snarls and then he slows.
"Forgive me. I prefer to see the event alone, without bias." the Agent as he likes to be called sats without caring as Tanzanaki looks at the hologram - realizes which one it is.
"I need to see your clearance." He demands.
"You're right to insist. I know you've had security issues here."the Agent smiles and he places his hand on a screen as he says it. Tanzanaki looks at the readout then the ring on that hand, and drops the bluster.
"Apologies. An Operative of the Parliament will of course have full cooperation." Tanzanaki blusters as he looks to the screen again "I'm not sure what... I see no listing of rank, or name."
"I have neither. Like this facility, I don't exist. The Parliament calls me in when..." the Agent waves a hand theatrically as if plucking the words he needs from the air, "when they wish they didn't have to. Let's talk about the Jones siblings."
"I assume you've scanned the status logs..." Tanzanaki begins and again the hand flicks to cut him off mid speech.
"Ianto was your greatest success. A prodigy - A phenomenon. Until his brother walked in eight months ago and took him from you." the Agent finally decides.
"It's not quite so simple."
"I'm very aware of that." the Agent snorts.
"He came in with full creds. He beat the ap-scan, the retinal... There was no way I could …" Tanzanaki starts to stammer as he watches the Agent slowly smile like a predator who had seen a weakness.
"No, no. Of course. The boy spent his fortune developing the contacts to infiltrate this place." the Agent agrees.
"Gave up a brilliant future in medicine as well, you've probably read. Turned his back on his whole life." Tanzanaki sighs "Madness."
"Madness, no. Something a good deal more dangerous. Have you looked at this scan carefully? At his face?" the Agent asks and Tanzanaki looks uncertain. He continues, "It's love, in point of fact. He loved his brother and he knew he was in pain. So he took him somewhere safe."
"Why are you here?"
"I'm here because the situation is even less simple than you think." the Agent is eyeing him now, "Do you know what your sin is, Doctor?"
"I would be very careful about what you…"
"It's pride." He says sadly as he touches the computer screen and the hologramic image jumps to the Doctor and Owen in the lab, Tanzanaki repeating:
Key members of Parliament have personally observed this subject. I was told their support -
Shutting it off the Agent cants his head, "Key members of Parliament. Key.
The minds behind every diplomatic, military and covert operation in the galaxy, and you put them in a room with a psychic."
"He was... he read cards, nothing more."Tanzanaki whimpers as he sees the danger at long last, too late of course but at least better late than never I suppose.
"It's come to our attention that Ianto became much more unstable, more... disturbed, after you showed him off to Parliament. Did he see something very terrible in those cards?"
"Whatever... secrets he might have accidentally gleaned... it's probable he doesn't even know he knows them. That they're buried beneath…"
"But they are in him. His mind is unquiet. It's the will of the Parliament that I kill him. And the brother. Because of your sin." the Agent responds with equal calm as he moved to a briefcase "You know, in certain older civilized cultures, when men failed as entirely as you have, they would throw themselves on their swords."
"Well, unfortunately I forgot to bring a sword to…" Tanzanaki scoffs but then the air rings crisply as The Agent pulls out his sword.
"The Parliament has no further interest in psychics. They represent a threat to the harmony and stability of our Agency." the Agent explains.
"I would put that down right now if I were you."
"Would you be killed in your sleep, like an ailing pet? Whatever your failings, I believe you deserve better than that." the Agent says strongly. Both security men move.
The Agent slices the throat of the one behind him with true grace, thrusting at the second as he's pulling out his gun and pinning his hand. A moment and the dying agent reflexively squeezes the trigger, shooting his own arm.
Then he pulls out the sword and the second security agent falls as quietly as the first.
Tanzanaki bolts but he pins him to the wall. He bunches his fingers and jabs the side of the Doctor's spine.
Tanzanaki stiffens, suddenly, agonizingly immobile.
The Agent steps back, observes the Doctor's rigid grimace for a moment. Almost ceremoniously, he drops to one knee and holds the blade out to one side, hilt to the floor and point tilted toward the doctor. The Doctor stares at it in horror as his paralyzed body begins to tip over toward it.
The Agent turns toward the terrified intern at the door.
"Miss, I'll need all the logs on behavioural modification triggers. We'll have to reach out to Ianto Jones, and help him to come back to us. No matter how far out Owen has taken him, we can …"He's almost startled when the Doctor's body drops into frame, suddenly to the sword. It squeaks down the blade, the Doctor unable to cry out, as Hart whispers to him "This is a good death. There's no shame in this, in a man's death. A man who's done fine works. We're making a better world. All of them, better worlds."
Tanzanaki is dead.
The Agent pulls the sword out as the body rolls over. As he wipes the sword down he speaks again, "Young miss, I need you to get to Work now. I think I may have a long way to travel."
She goes.
He approaches Ianto's image, very close, staring "Where are you hiding, eye candy?"