6

Unit arrived and demanded access to the hub, first shot across the bow if you will.

Ianto stood calmly at the counter of the Tourist Desk with a blank face asking for IDs. Apparently, they didn't like that.

He didn't like the smell of them either.

Finally, Jack waltzed in and shooed them away from an acidic Welshman who was bristling with anger, his vowels so pronounced that it was getting hard to ignore.

They made their way into the base where the first real mistake was made. One headed straight for Tosh, calling her by name with a look of superiority.

Ianto moved faster, between the man and Tosh in an instant and asking politely about refreshments.

"Get out of the bloody way" the officer bristled, "I want a word with her."

"She is busy" Jack said, "Come to the meeting room and let's start this shindig!"

The man stepped closer to Ianto, "What is your name!"

Ianto raised an eyebrow as he returned the stare.

"Please leave him alone Sergeant Gertan" Tosh said softly, her fear making her voice shake.

"You will tell me your name and rank, now!" the man snarled.

Jack watched as Ianto turned and started to walk away. The man grabbed his arm and Owen yelped, rushing forward as Gwen rose from her workstation with her hand reaching for her sidearm.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" Jack said in a deep warning.

"This man needs to be processed, I do not believe he is in your standard staff package" the sergeant said, clicking his fingers at a suburbanite, "Take his prints."

"Get your fucking hand of our t-boy!" Owen snarled, "He's ours and we don't have to fucking share anything!"

Gwen raised her gun and another officer standing nearby saw the motion out of the corner of his eye, yelping with surprise.

"Please, please don't do this" Tosh whimpered, "Please don't hurt him."

"Oh don't worry little sister, he can't hurt me." Ianto leaned to the left and eyeballed the General standing to one side watching, "Can you …pup."

For a few moments the hub seemed to stall out as the two eyeballed each other, then to the surprise of … most … the General took a step back.

"Stand down"

"Sir?" The sergeant gaped, "This man is …"

"Do as you are told and stand down. This one is out of bounds, according to a prior agreement with his people" the General had taken another step back as he spoke, never blinking as he maintained eye contact with what he knew was a dangerous threat.

He knew who he was looking at, his elders had warned him about them.

His pack was in danger; he had stupidly walked straight into a potential bloodbath.

"Sir, I think …"

"Overrated" Ford blinked, canting his head as he smiled at the General, "I think all the time. I think that you should leave now before I think about the threat posed to a member of my pack, you know I am a little impulsive that way … Francis, isn't it. You are Rolden's boy."

"Yes Old Father" the General whimpered, "Sorry for intruding into your lair."

"Toshiko is mine now" Ford rose to his full height, his gaze steely and the General whimpered again, stepping back a few more paces as he motioned with his hands for the rest of them to retreat.

He had decided.

This was his.

They were his.

Time to show his true colors and be damned for it.