Author's Note: I apologize for the delay between chapters. I've been sick lately and haven't been up to writing. I hope you enjoy what i have been able to do.
The Welshman felt cold hands clamp down on his shoulders, and the sense of excitement was at its height throughout the room. He harnessed it, letting it and his own fear fuel his halfhearted attempt at escape. He knew that he couldn't do it now, he had to be captured to give Jack an excuse to break in, but that didn't stop him from putting up a fight. He kicked and punched, taking out two of the soldiers to be greeted with a half dozen more. They surrounded him, gripping his arms, his legs, one slung his arms around his chest, restraining him as he wrenched and pulled and bit. He knew that It was useless, but he was making for a hell of a good show. He heard the clicking of heels, and saw that the vial woman had walked in front of him, slowly clapping her hands.
"Bravo. I didn't realize that a paper pusher could put up such a fight. Knocking cold two well-trained soldiers is quite the feat." She walked up to him, her fingers tracing his arm while her maniacal grin burned itself into his consciousness. "The thing is, gorgeous, I can't have Torchwood interfearing with official UNIT business, and I can't have you leaving and summoning them here." She plucked off his COMM and deactivated it, just as they had planned.
"What have you done with Glib and Fall. The Welshman spat, blood spraying the woman in the face. Obviously irritated, she dabbed her face with a handkerchief, before slapping him.
"One of the creatures was kidnapped by, what I assume to be, one of Torchwood's secret pets. It probably made a nice meal of it." Ianto buried his smile. "The other is currently being prepped for another round of testing." The Welshman began his struggle again, in earnest when they opened the door to the torture room.
"What of me" He growled, wincing as the soldiers wrenched his arms into a pair of cuffs.
"We have a whole range of uses for a human test subject. Ianto paled, genuine fear burning through him. His last thought was a plea for speed, before he felt a pinch on his arm and the world faded away.
The Captain wrenched open the door to the SUV, staggering out of the car and raising his gun before him. He could still feel the Welshman struggling, and he could almost see the way he was fighting.
"Jack!" Tosh shouted, scrambling from her own seat and over to the immortal.
"We need to help him Tosh, they don't plan on letting him go." The technician nodded, and Gwen came around, her arms already laden with weapons. Tosh looked over, disapproving.
"You expect to break into a UNIT facility, guns blazing, rescue Fall and Ianto, and survive?" Bothe the captain and the Welshwoman shared an equally guilty glance, That had been their strategy from the beginning, and it had worked on numerous occasions before. However, both could see that the Technician was right. The odds of surviving such an assault on the place were slim to none for all but Jack, who was unwilling risk dying with Ianto on the line.
"You're right Tosh. We need a plan." Gwen said, noting with some alarm that the captain had a peculiar look across his face.
"Jack, what is it? What happened to Ianto." The immortal swallowed, lifting his head.
"We need to move quickly. Ianto's just been knocked out. Tosh, I want you to pull up the schematics of the building and see if there are any extra entrances that might be convenient. Gwen. I need you to see if some good old fashioned police work can work us into there." The two women nodded. Both pulling out their phones, neither one noticing the captain slip silently down the hillside.