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Ianto slid into the bathroom and winked at Gwen, motion her back out and she re-entered with noise and bluster, and a loud explanation of how happy she was to find such fine men when she had started to feel a little scared out there.
She bounced over to the fireplace while keeping up the banter and Ianto was able to slip down the hallway to the kitchen then opened the back door to let everyone in. Gwen could now see the family on the sofa facing the fire, faces drawn and pinched, the young man with a hand over his shoulder where he seemed to be injured and the little sick one was openly weeping in her grandmother' arms as the man of the house held them both while looking at his injured son.
The leader of the MIB fuckers was sort sleeved, his tattoos on display and the one that made Ianto instantly angry was a line of little Grey Boy aliens… some with red crosses through them like a childish tally. Ianto tagged him in his mind. Big Steroid popping prick. Bully.
Gwen's eyes slid around the room and she glanced back at the men in the hallway that only she could see. The mother of the little child was not there. She seemed about to speak when Ianto pointed a finger at the ceiling and she loked up. Right. Upstairs. Thumping, faint but there.
Baxter slipped past Jack before he could stop him and Ianto motioned for him to leave the dog, it didn't matter. As they moved down the hallway after the dog with weapons drawn Gwen made a squeal of glee "Oh a doggie. Look… he was following me. Did you have a doggie door?"
The MIB Leader turned to gape at the dog who stood in the middle of the room with his tail sweeping back and forth slowly. The man blinked as he loked towards the hallway, then raised his weapon to fire.
"Baxter… engage" Ianto said softly as he watched the creature erupt from his Happy Dog routine, expanding into a Dire Wolf style biter.
With screams of fear the men started to fire their weapons as everyone hit the deck… except for Ianto who calmly raised his weapon as Gwen took off up the stairs. Baxter chose his person to protect and ran after her.
The Tattooed MIB stopped firing, pressed himself to a wall, waiting he listened for the noise of movement from someone. Two short rounds from Ianto ripped through the wall, near his head. He dropped with a squeak of shock. He moved on his hands and knees through the kitchen area.
Ianto rounded the wall as MIB Leader emerged from a connecting hall, firing a silenced machine pistol. A long automatic burst strafed the room. Ianto dove for cover, badly outgunned. MIB Leader pressed his advantage. Jack returned fire in vain, emptying his gun.
MIB Leader was empty too.
Jack pitched his own empty gun at the man's head as to the side Ianto was vaulting furniture, as he rushed the man. MIB Leader slammed a full clip in, racked the slide, pointed at Jack as Ianto slammed into MIB Leader, the machine pistol discarded.
Two professionals; quick fists, elbows, knees. Ianto smaller but faster, unemotional. A knee snapped one of MIB Leader's lower ribs, a kick staggered him. The desperate MIB Leader swung wildly, Ianto blocked, broke MIB Leader's nose with unanswered punches, moved to finish… a unmistakable woman's scream from upstairs filled the house.
Ianto winced, distracted. MIB Leader punched him and Ianto staggered back as Jack swung, missed, MIB Leader delivered a kick to the head, Jack goes down. MIB Leader lunged for the weapon.
Jack, bleeding, disoriented, scrambled after him.
MIB Leader grabbed for the gun, Ianto fell on top. They struggled for control, Ianto punched MIB Leader in the face again and again. MIB Leader lost consciousness, Ianto continues to punch.
Jack lunged as he grabbed MIB Leader's gun.
The loud flash bang of a light grenade filled the room as the Sheriff took aim, his breath harsh as his wild eyes showed his extreme fear. He was hunting something bigger than bear tonight.
The MIB Leader squinted against the light as he struggled with Ianto, now conscious once more and enraged, one of his men's pistols aimed at Jack. Ianto hesitated as he saw Jack was in danger, was kicked in the face, spun off MIB Leader. An enraged man loomed over a prone Ianto. "You think you can crack a spook's skull?!"
Ianto tried to rise, MIB Leader kicked him. "For what… something that is none of your business?"
MIB Leader unleashed another kick, Ianto trapped the ankle.
MIB Leader straddled Ianto, punching him in the face. "You don't come to a gunfight with no real force! Amateurs!"
The two men rolled on the ground … no longer two professionals … a snarling, spitting ball of masculine fury.
Another female scream upstairs followed by Gwen's roars and Rhys's as he takes the stairs two at a time to defend his wife, those that had been wating outside now pouring in to join the madness. John tackled the man who thought he had Jack pinned down. John and MIB 1 fought.
Ianto rolled off and got shakily to his feet, next to MIB Leader, exhausted. The MIB Leader panted out "We don't want your people hurt."
BLAM!
Ianto spun… shoulder hit … fell to the ground.
MIB 1 got to his feet as John lay there beside him stunned, unsteady, pistol aimed at Ianto. "Forgot about me fucker?"
MIB 1 approached a motionless bloody Ianto, standing over him. Ianto swept MIB 1's legs, the man hit the floor, Ianto buried a short blade in his neck.
Dead.
MIB Leader, pistol drawn, reached for his own shiv- GONE. He smiled and was more than slightly stunned, flustered. Ianto stood slowly. Ianto turned his back on everyone, painfully stooped to pick up a pistol.
MIB Leader went to speak when the stairs creaked, and he tuned to see who was coming back down only to find it was not someone… but somewhat.
Baxter's muzzle was covered with blood, his teeth easily the size of that blade in the man's neck. The creature himself like a fucking horse.
Oh yeah… they had forgotten about him, hadn't they. Gwen staggered down behind him "They were trying to rape her. Don't worry… Baxter got one and Rhys go the other one. She's OK."
"Fuck" John huffed with disgust, "Bastards. What now?"
MIB Leader knew he was seeing a real-life alien right here in front of him but was stuck to the spot, frozen with fear as the thing's mouth opened and the jaw dislocated…grew…grew… oh fuck me… the thing was…
"John" Ianto's voice was gentle, so far away and so calming as he said "Come on. Look away."
John let his eyes slide to Ianto and then back to the corner where the dog stood waging it's tail and the man was… gone.
"Did you see that?" he spluttered.
"Cool huh? Just don't ever offer him a bite of your food." Ianto slapped his shoulder and headed out like it was no big deal to admit a shapeshifter was with them. "His shit is going to be… interesting for the next few days."
John looked back at the 'dog' and find himself grinning "good boy. Yeah… what a good lad. Sexy… wow."
What? John did not know where that came from, but the 'dog' seemed to laugh as it brushed past him to follow Ianto.
Owen was cursing softly as he examined the young man's shoulder and declared it just a flesh wound. Told him the scar will be cool. Then he looked over at the others with a nod. Cleanup not over yet. Oh. Right.
"Right then" Ianto said firstly "Come on. Let's head into town. I think we need to clean this place of all vermin."
The old man rose from the sofa as he smiled in a sad way "I'm in. I got me a good one in the gun safe for this hunt."
"Right" Jack looked around "Come on. We have work to do."
"What now?" Gwen asked as they headed outside to stare at the shiny SUVs.
"You know what? I bet they have a fair amount of kit in there. I wonder…. Finders' keepers?" the Sheriff asked in a shaky voice, still overcome with anger and adrenaline at the monster's reveal back there.
"Right. Gwen, take the boat back and get to Toshiko and Eddie. Defend. The rest of us… let's take these babies and see how fast they can go" Jack said as he strode toward one then slowed, turning back "Ah… keys?"
Ianto had them. Of course he did. He had been the one to have already thought this part out and he flicked a set at Jack, another set at the Sheriff.
As for the men? They had their recuse mission to complete and now it was clear that lives were expendable to the MIBs… here we go.
Let's rescue this town from the fuckers.
Bad Wolf Bay Cleanup is a go!