17
The two men entered the East Dome, looking for the assigned Press Box area like Ianto had suggested, only to find Ianto and Jack were not in there with them.
"What the hell?" Simon spluttered as he turned back to find them still in the walkway to the other domes "Get in here!"
"Or what!" Ianto said with a defiant glare.
"Or I will go back there and shoot someone… or maybe I will just shoot you!" Simon snarled as he started to raise the gun.
Ianto silently slapped the wall next to the doorway while never breaking eye contact with Simon, and the door swished closed in an instant, the man with the gun staring at his own startled reflection in the shiny metal surface of the blast doors that could withstand a fucking nuclear blast.
"Good luck with that fucktard" Ianto muttered to himself, then turned to Jack, "Bugger. That Dome had the hot pools."
Jack blinked and then started to laugh, leaning over to grasp his knees as the adrenalin rush took over.
Ianto tined back to the door and he considered, then he walked back over to the wall and tapped the screen to life so they could watch the madness within.
Harold seemed to be in shock with his body rigid in the same position as they had last seen him like a statue, while in comparison, Simon rampaged. Then they heard an engine revving and Ianto grunted "ah… outside accomplices. Right."
They then watched as the huge Mac Truck slammed into the side to the East Dome, making it shudder.
"Stupid apes" Ianto muttered with a seep scowl "that won't do it… as they well know. Hmmmm."
Police swarmed the truck and yelling started, followed by some gun waving and then the man slid from the cab of the truck in a balaclava with his arms high in the air, others being marched past the cameras from the undergrowth with stupid camouflage paint on their faces.
"Do you think they did their own faces or each other's or was there a designated face painter for all of them like at the fair?" Ianto asked inanely and Jack found himself starting to snigger softly as this mad man. Then Ianto added "and under the masks? Do we get to see a Scooby Doo reveal to more paint?"
"Right, that's the outside threat gone… what about Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum in there?" Jack asked, confident that Ianto had a plan and given the returning grin….
He did.
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Simon and Harold were watching the outside action with mouths open, everything visible through the clear walls of the Dome and they knew they were fucked, right royally so.
"So what now oh fearless fucking leader?" Simon asked dryly.
"We work on that door until its open and we go threaten to shoot someone. You got the codes?" Harold replied calmly like it was just a flat tire to their quest.
Simon was about to scoff a reply when a whirring noise started and they both looked up with surprise as one of the Dome's huge upper portions just above head height started to move, rising and opening the area up like a bloody skylight.
"What the fuck?"
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"Can we do this with all the Domes?" Jack asked as he watched the opening become large enough for them to get in or out, then the police force start looking for looking for a way up and in. Dark blue dressed Rottweiler's circling the ground below the opening while waiting for the fire brigade to arrive with ladders. Oh yes, they were about to breach the Dome.
"Except mine, the West-West is fully sealed permanently but the others can be vented in case of fire or something… or this" Ianto nodded "I had the idea that if it was a deadly gas or something then an insurgence could be easily killed off."
"Nasty" Jack nodded "I agree. Quick and easy, if a little nasty."
"They started it" came the sullen reply, Ianto still angered that they had to lose that dome and his little swimming hole. "For what… ratings?"
"Right, so is everyone OK?" Jack asked as he turned from the screens that now showed the two getting handcuffed and led to the opening to be dragged out.
"Yeah, but my cover is blown. All this time they have been in my lower bunker and archives. If they have not worked out my secret by now, then they are thicker than those two. Come on, let's go see what mess this created" Ianto sighed. His hand had been forced and he was pissed.
They left the madness behind, both sad the Dome was now compromised even if their project was still hot. Cut off the limb to save the body. Damn. Cold.
"Are we still actively in the project?" Owen demanded as they entered the dining room to find everyone back in there, Skippy defiantly cuddling the cat. Yeah, of course the fucking little traitorous fuzzer decided to waltz into view instead of hiding. Fucker.
"This scenario was pre-thought and we just executed it precisely. Everyone did what they needed to and … Mort? Are you OK?" Ianto asked suddenly, turning his full attention to the older man.
Mort was deathly pale, clinging to the back of a chair and Donna cried out as the old and fart started to topple.
Everyone rushed to help as the old mad collapsed, trying to help him as Owen yelled for his medical kit and some room, pulling at the tie around the man's neck and the tight white buttoned up shirt that was so stupid in here.
Everyone watched on with horror as Own started to perform CPR.
So… was the project about to fail after all?