Title: Pungent

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Owen, Ianto.

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 477: Strong at tw100.

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: Working for Torchwood sometimes involves some less than glamorous tasks.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.

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Owen and Ianto were in the Beacons, setting a trap for a particularly nasty carnivorous alien.

"Phwoar!" Owen pulled a disgusted face. "That reeks!"

"I know." Ianto smirked behind his gas mask. "The smell of the bait has to carry to wherever our fugitive has gone to ground, which could be anywhere within about a five mile radius, so it's got to be strong."

"That should carry alright," Owen agreed, holding his nose. He was used to dealing with stinky things, but this was powerful enough to make even his eyes water. "The whole of Wales can probably smell it."

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The End