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Lisa looked at her phone with mild annoyance as she paced the living room of their safe house, handing it off to one of the men "get rid and replace."

The man nodded moving off to get another phone fer Herself, glancing at the screen to see the name of BOSS on it. He hesitated and looking around furtively, he opened the chat to see at least eight messages demanding she explain herself and her actions.

Fuck.

"Roger." He hissed as he approached one of the others in the kitchen "Mate, are we rogue?"

The fat man turned slowly had to when coking with this girth "Huh?"

"The Boss Man is pissed, she is ignoring him. Are we on one of her fucking rogue missions again?" the man repeated with more explanation.

"Ah fuck Norris… I don't know. Fuck I hope not. Last time she did this most of her team didn't make it back and the ones that did got punished for going with her" Roger grimaced.

"What do I do? Let the Boss know what's going on or not?"

"I would stay out of it buddy" Roger counselled "If it looks like it's going to shit again… we peel off and she can do her own thing. THEN we go to the Boss and make out we didn't know. Like… she said it was his order or something. But right now… we don't get her pissy at us too."

Norris nodded, looking around before lifting the meat cleaver from the block to cut the phone up.

"Ya fucking nob… what are ya doing?" Roger sighed, taking the pieces and extracting the sim card to snap between his fingers.

"Oh. Right. Overkill?"

"Well, ya are on the right team for that I guess" cam the tepid reply as Roger went back to rolling dough.

Nice wee kitchen this, shame they will be moving on soon. All these different safehouses all have good kitchens really.

Riger liked a nice kitchen to work in.

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"So, she is in the Brick House" Toshiko said, turning the tablet so Ianto could see the CCTV footage of someone in the kitchen.

"Roger?" Ianto agreed, "Still wears those fucking Hawaiian shirts like it makes him Hawaiian I see. Fat tub of Samoan lard is as Hawaiian as I am French. Still, she loves his cooking, so she is there then. She never leaves him behind."

Toshiko giggled and poked at him "But you both like your croissants."

"Oh cut it out" he snorted with the same amusement, then he added "Was Norris talking to him a second ago. Looked nervy."

"Who else could look that ready to scrap themselves?"

"Norry is always nervy. Why he's called Nervy Norry behind his back" Ianto agreed.

"Cut up a phone by the looks of it" she muttered as she went over the footage "Bitch had a new one? Ha, she… ha! Gotcha bitchface! Compo has his on in his pocket next to her".

They watched Lais get a new phone out of the box she had been handed and then turn it on as she slid the now empty box on the table as she sat back to start programming it. She called out "Everyone got their cells off?"

"Like ya asked not twenty minutes ago missus" came the faint reply from one of the older men.

"Hew. Damn, he's good with explosives" Ianto muttered.

Toshiko was not listening, she was zooming in on the box on the table, then muttering as she took a pen to write on the pad in her lap. Easy really… not just the phone number on the edge of the box but also the PUK number so she can now ever so easily clone the damned thing and had access to any and all communications through it.

Lisa will never understand the depths and lengths Toshiko will go to in order to get what she needs. Paybacks are a bitch… bitch.

Why she is still in charge of her little B Teams and Toshiko was part of Ianto's A.

I know… but that is a discussion for another time. This is not called Toshiko right? This is Lisa's turn.

So… as Lisa sat and made phone calls to her contacts demanding surveillance and certain facial recs be put in place, Toshiko calmly went around and fucked with any and all people who answered their phones. After Lisa hung up, computers would crash, phones would ring insentiently and then as a kicker little red dragon would appear on the screen to scold with a wagging finger as a tiny little blue water worm dragon swam back and forth behind him.

The message clear.

Nope out of this one if you want to be left alone.

The Dragone know where you are.

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"Ianto?"

"Hmmm?" Ianot was in a sink of dushes… ok. No not in the sink, that was a bad use of words… his hands were. Come on, he is way too big to actually be in the sink, but John might give it a go… no… sorry… Ianto was elbow deep in the sink full of dishes and he turned to look at her, then removed his arms to reveal pink goldilocks.

"She's on with Simon."

"That red headed fucker" Ianto snarled as he rushed to look at her screen and Jack locked up from the bowl of mashed potato and gravy he was trying got force into the sullen little girl who wanted HER spoon. It was unusual for Ianto to cuss in front of her like that. Clearly, he hated Simon.

"Wow" she breathed like they were seeing the ninth wonder of the world or something "I think he's…. at his home?"

"No" Ianto whispered, clutching the back of her chair "No…. he wouldn't …. surely… he wouldn't answer a call from her in his home office… would he? We never got that close before."

"I don't know blanche" she replied and they both sniggered at the weird game, like they were high or something. Jack was not sure he liked the glee in their faces.

"So? Shirley?"

Now she was snorting loudly as she clicked a few buttons and then made a shrill squeal of glee "got him!"

"Oh man, I cant' believe it…. Do it my lovely… smoke his arse!" Ianto leaned back like he had climaxed grinning decadently as he whispered, "Go on then… give it to him baby."

Tosh snarled as he savagely attacked the tablet, the entire thing shaking as she smashed her fingers into things and made noises not unlike a Pitbull savaging a small child.

Then silence.

Two people were now looking at the tablet as everyone else gaped at their display of crazy.

Toshiko made a soft grunting huff.

Ianot stepped back, threw his hands in the air and crowed "Howzat fucker."

"Ow" he then grabbed his side, the stab wound not liking that.

"Yes fucker" Toshiko laughed as she placed the tablet down and slumped in the chair, also spent with the overload of adrenaline "How do ya like me now!"

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Simon sat at his desk and looked up from the paper he was reading as his light flickered.

He sat back and frowned at it, reaching out to flick at the bulb in the table lamp then mutter about it only being…. He shot to his feet with alarm as the shutters on the house started to close and he knew a beat too late that he was indeed the fucker.

Well… fucked anyway.

Howzat!