Owen sat in the taxi listening to the rest of the teams frenzied talking,

Did they ever shut up?

They're all worrying and wining about Jack and his actions. Owen sighed mentally and rolled his eyes in the darkness. Why couldn't they just except that Jack was a 1st class twat and should never ever be trusted but looking round Owen could see why and where the delusion had started and grown.

From what Owen had scavenged from Tosh's private files, Owen had read one rainy day, that she owed Jack big time for saving her from something or something like that...Owen didn't really pay attention to the details Tosh had caught him too quick. For Gwen it was a case of being self indulgent and wanting to believe Jack to show to him that she trusted him and the things he did even though she didn't really all the time. Jack drew on her insecurities somehow making her momentarily forget that she has a wonderful life and someone who loved her more than Jack ever could. The only person in the car who actually new anything about the man they were trailing no matter how small the detail was was Ianto. No doubt about it Ianto was in love and it hurt the normally heartless and unemotional Owen to see Jack toss Ianto's love aside like it was a piece of unwanted paper work, he gives everything to Jack, why can't he fucking see it!

The team pulled up in front of the unusually quiet bar and saw the abandoned SUV parked outside. Owen's was no longer intrigued as he had had time to think about and it was probably just gonna be Jack in there with one of his pals, drinking and fighting over who was the biggest twat and who was most full of themselves.

Laughing at himself Owen got out his gun and, after paying the cab driver, went with Tosh round the back of the club. Owen and Tosh crept in too the club, Owen was busying himself checking out Tosh from behind, one of his many secret pleasures in life.

They were both straining their ears for any snippets of conversation and sure enough there was. Owen first heard the cocky American accent which belonged to Jack and then another voice joined him, a slick full English accent. The Kind of accent a really sophisticated person has but still holding an air of cockiness. Owen smiled at how he liked the accent, it was strange but he just listened to it as he walked and started imagining what the person who owned that accent may look like.

It wasn't until he heard that voice shout that he was brought back fully to the here and now and seeing that the man had two large guns, pointing one at Gwen and Ianto and the other at Tosh and Owen. Owen looked up pointing his gun at the man but was thrown slightly off kilter seeing the man in the half light of club, he looked...well...

Short I know but I realised I had left this too long so I wanted to update, its half term next week so I will uploaded then as much as possible

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