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They still didn't know who had attacked them and had tried to take Malcolm so blatantly but Ianto was reassured that Oliver was actively hunting them down for the insult.
Ianto would have liked to have his own little 'hunt' but Malcolm had reacted strongly, becoming almost frantic when Ianto was out of eyesight.
Ianto stifled a sigh as Malcolm called his name from the other room and he padded through with a calm smile, "Yes Cariad?"
Oliver was standing there.
Also a man Ianto had met before and he struggled to place him, then it all clicked.
He looked at Malcolm and raised an eyebrow.
"Toto, this is Mr Hayes. He's here to discuss the Glades Development in the Downtown Park. Oliver and I are going to talk with him in the other office" Malcolm said, indicating his more homely office.
Ianto bristled but bowed slightly and turned to the man, speaking in perfect Parsee "Do you require refreshments?"
The man blinked and replied in kind, "Tea please."
Ianto bowed and stalked from the room as Malcolm watched him leave with surprise. He was usually more polite and since when did he speak Parsee.
It was only once they were settled and in the middle of talking that the real question hit.
How did he know this man spoke it?
When Ianto returned and poured the tea, primly standing to one side, Malcolm knew his Panther was watching his next target.
But why.
Oliver and Hayes left, leaving Malcolm free to speak to Ianto but he had to find him first.
He found him in the bedroom, changing into his hunting gear and after a moment's thought, Malcolm silently joined him.
They skipped across rooftops as Ianto tracked the device he had slipped into the seam of the man's coat, his impeccable tailoring skills making the slit seamless.
They squatted as Ianto pointed to an apartment window.
Haynes on the phone, pacing back and forth.
"Why him?" Malcolm couldn't hold it back anymore.
"He drove the van."
"Van?"
"The bomb that took my hearing for awhile. He is the one who got out of the driver's door as I walked towards it. Talking on his cell phone" Ianto snarled and Malcolm adjusted his gloves, hoping Ianto would let him have a taste of this bastard's heart.
Their shadows danced across the sides of the opposite building as they ran, Ianto showing Malcolm the way down as he flipped and slid.
So precious.
They were soon in the apartment and moving towards their target when Ianto stalled, making Malcolm adjust his stride as he listened.
Two voices.
Ianto's face hardened as he listened, then nodded to Malcolm as they started moving again.
Malcolm wondered if Ianto heard music in his head, he moved so gracefully as they moved in on their quarry.
He recognized the voice, a woman who had been protesting outside his offices for almost a month. Well, well, well. Now he knew this was more serious that first thought.
This had not been a random happening, Ianto had been targeted.
And what part had his daughter played in this?
These were secondary thoughts as Ianto straightened up and grinned.
Show time.
Those pretty blades flashed, her squawk as she tried to hold her throat shut was drowned out by the man's brays as Ianto cut him from groin to breast bone, snarling like the animal he had become.
Malcolm cut her head off and placed it on the coffee table as he watched Ianto hack at the man.
Malcolm then messed the place up and drew on the walls a bit.
Wouldn't do to let them know they were on to them … whoever else was behind this.
It was quick and pleasurable, Ianto's kiss as they cleared the scene was life affirming.
Only thing left to do now, was work out how deep this went.
They weren't done yet.