Ianto Jones couldn't help but hold that slim feeling of warmth that was Jack close as he stepped out of his car. Things could be worse, he reasoned, straitening his tie and placing his well-practiced mask of professionalism firmly on his face. The guilt that he felt for harming his lover was accompanied by the sheer dread of what laid before him. He was willingly walking into a trap, and at the hands of UNIT at that. Hopefully Simon isn't too sore at me. He straightened his cuffs one last time, before walking to the door of the warehouse. A burly looking man, whose hair was as thin as his coat, stepped out from beside the door.
"What'chu want?" The Welshman sighed inwardly. He got so tired of dealing with mindless riffraff.
"I'm supposed to be here. I have an appointment." The guy looked Ianto over crudely, estimating, no doubt, how easy of a fight he would be.
"Boss man says no one in, no one out. You want in, ya get get though me." Ianto pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I really don't have time for this. I have other things to do than listen to cover prattle." The guard's brow furrowed, an impressive feat as it seemed a solid ridge over his eyes.
"You think you can take me runt?" The Welshman held his hands out by his side.
"It's not something I'd like to prove." The guard grinned, his missing teeth giving him a more comical countenance than an intimidating one.
"Then you ain't gettin' in kid." Ianto stepped forward, drawing himself up. Even at 6ft he was much shorter than this man, and that seemed to be all that the guard was counting on. The Welshman could see it now. UNIT wanted to intimidate him, warn him off. He was, officially, just a paper pusher. If he had any special training, or weapons, he would be showing his hand at the front door.
"Clever, insult my apparent young age, take advantage of your larger stature, attempt to intimidate me and get me to turn back." The guard stepped back slightly, his gaze bordering on nervous. Ianto could feel the anxiety on the man, the fear. Obviously he had not been instructed on what to do if Ianto figured it out
"Look. You are going to call your superiors, who I expect are watching this right now, and tell them that Mr. Jones is here." The Welshman took a chance, and attempted to push some of his guilt onto the man before him. He saw the man sag slightly, and his eyes glaze and lower. He rushed over to the door, hitting the intercom and relaying the message. A few seconds passed, with Ianto keeping an edge of guilt on the man, careful not to be cruel with it. There was a loud screeching sound as the metal door to the warehouse pulled open, and the sound of booted footsteps. Two UNIT soldiers in full uniform flanked none other than Lieutenant Ulrich, who was wearing what could only be described as an evil grin.
"Mr. Jones! How nice of you to come and see me. I do hope that you know I bare no ill will towards you from our last encounter." She reached a hand out to be shaken, but Ianto couldn't bring himself to accept it. The malice and lust pouring off of the woman made him seriously contemplate turning back and returning to the HUB. For Glib and Fall. He muttered, pressing the record button on his COMM. Everything from this point on would be sent to the HUB, regardless if they deactivated it or not.
"Lieutenant. I'm here to check on the wellbeing of our diplomatic refugees. " The woman's grin hardened as she lowered her hand.
"Very well, you will have to undergo a thorough search and examination, per safety protocol of course." Ianto knew that there were no protocol on this topic, and that she was simply trying further to intimidate and belittle him. Instead of showing his agitation, he simply pulled of his jacket, took of his shoes, walked through the metal detector, then again through a detector for non-earth weapons. Being the forward looking man that he was, he had brought no detectible devices with him.
"Your communication device sir." A UNIT soldier handed the COMM back to Ianto, who took it with a tight lipped smile and a nod.
"No phone?" The lieutenant purred, and Ianto suppressed a shudder.
"Apparently not. I seem to have forgotten it." Another lie. He had left it in the car, just in case someone decided to steal it, at least he could track it.
"Very well then. Shall we tour the facility, or test the security?" The Archivist kept his voice steady.
"I'd rather just check on Glib and Fall, if it's all the same to you, ma'am." The last word was forced, he knew, but the woman's emotions were so repulsive, that he could barely keep from getting ill, let alone being cordial.
"Very Well. You can check and see how well our, err, guests are doing." He could see it now, a crack in her façade. Obviously she had expected him to want a full tour. Something to give her people more time to find a plausible excuse for the condition of their captive, as well as the fact that they are missing one. Two more UNIT soldiers flanked him, both pouring discontent and adrenaline. Obviously they were geared up for something. They walked down the concrete corridor, the completely silent except for the clunking of boots, the clipping of heels, and the soft scuffle of Ianto's dress shoes. The already tense atmosphere shifted, when they reached the glass paneled door and someone grabbed Ianto from behind.