Once he got there, he looked around as he put the containers on the shelf next to the roasting table. He started the roaster so it would come up to the right temperature while he moved around. A sound on the stairs told him that he was being watched, but after a few moments he heard another creak on the stairs and knew that Mrs. Trundle was gone for the moment.
Working quickly, he opened the container with the bag he had brought and opened it up. Pulling the gun out, he tucked it into his pocket hoping that the jumper would hide any tell tale signs of it being there. He looked over his shoulder but couldn't see anyone near the stairs. He decided to chance putting the camera up. He pulled it out of the bag and surveyed the dingy room.
"Now, where to put this," he murmured softly so Jack could hear him. He moved behind the stairs and looked towards the blocked rooms. If he put this on the back of the stairs, it might work, though he was worried that it would be seen from the front. He moved closer to the wall and finally found a place to mount it. "How about this?"
Yes that will work. Mount it and I'll make sure we're getting a good signal, came the reply in his contacts. It was rather unnerving to see, but Ianto worked to mount the camera and aim it at the plywood blocking the doorway. He sunk the mount into the soft wood and turned the camera in the right direction. Once it was running, he moved to the front of the stairs and peered closely to see if anyone would see it if they went up the stairs. It was in shadow and out of view. Good.
He went back to working on getting the first batch of coffee started, and set his stopwatch to time it. He could hear movement up above him so waited a bit to see if the owner would come down to watch him again. She didn't, but he was nervous about getting close enough to the wall to get caught, so he waited through the batch until he was sure she wasn't watching.
He was also subjected to a commentary by Jack about how boring watching him work was. He stifled a chuckle.
That isn't to say you're boring. I love watching you work. But when I can only see what you see, it isn't as interesting. Ianto was shaking with silent laughter as he pictured Jack sitting at the computer watching him work. He cleared out the chaff from the machine and dumped it into a bin nearby before setting up for the next batch. Did you really do this for a living when you were at uni?
Ianto nodded his head as he worked, moving over to the wall to get a new batch of beans to add to the hopper. And you didn't kill yourself? Ianto chuckled and shook his head. Wow.
Ianto pulled his stopwatch out and reset it so he could time the next batch.
Oooh, look! My favorite toy! Ianto laughed softly.
"I'm hurt. I thought I was your favorite toy," he murmured.
Oops, you're right. Okay, my second favorite toy. Ianto rolled his eyes. Whoa, stop that! You're making me nauseous! He laughed again. One thing about this, it was definitely more entertaining than it had been the day before. He went upstairs briefly to look around the storage room but there was no sign of Mrs. Trundle. He peeked out into the store front and saw her sitting by the window. Things were still a little slow, so he didn't mind leaving Ticia upstairs minding the counter. He went back downstairs and back to the bag he had brought with him.
Deciding it was a good time to place the second device, he made his way over to the wall. He tugged experimentally on the plywood, but it seemed to be fastened to the wall in some way. Sighing, he crouched down and dug a little bit into the dirt floor to see if he could fit the tiny device underneath. The dirt crumbled under his fingers, the dry earth moving easily. He slid the detector under the wood and angled it so it was against the wall and hopefully out of sight. Pulling the wire out through the wood, he buried that in the dirt and then set the battery on the end to power it up. A sound above him had him moving quickly back over to the roaster as he dusted his hands off.
Less than a moment later, he heard the rolling step foots of the proprietor walking through the room above him and coming down the steps. She paused midway down and stared at him. He continued to write in his log about the quality of the roasting and the time each one took.
"You've been down here a while," she said. He looked up with a preoccupied look on his face.
"I've gotten a lot done," he said calmly, indicating the containers on the counter. "At least this way I won't have to roast every day unless we want to do a special batch of something."
She stared about the room, but didn't seem to notice anything amiss. "It's getting towards lunch time, so we're going to need you upstairs."
"All right," he said quietly. He shut down the roaster and took the last batch out. Putting it in another container, he cleaned the machine before packing up to come upstairs. She retreated back upstairs as he ascended. "Anything?" He asked softly.
Still booting up. Once it does, I can configure it from here. If not, I'll let you know. Now go upstairs and let me see some daylight! Ianto chuckled as he went up the stairs.
