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im_torchwood) wrote2015-10-15 07:24 pm
im_torchwood) wrote2015-10-15 07:24 pm
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Jack raced after the blowfish and caught him in an aley behind, of all places, a fish and chip place.
"Give it up," Jack said.
"Pay me, fucker," the fish said clearly in English.
Jack reached into his pocket as if for a gun, but pulled out a thick stack of notes.
"Alright," he shrugged.
The blowfish came closer and took the money, then handed Jack a wrinkled paper sack. Then he ran off, keeping out of sight until he got his hood up.
Jack opened the bag, looked inside, and smiled.
"Well , hello beautiful."
Then he heard a scuff just down the way and he looked to see who it was.
"Oh. Hi there," he said.
"Give it up," Jack said.
"Pay me, fucker," the fish said clearly in English.
Jack reached into his pocket as if for a gun, but pulled out a thick stack of notes.
"Alright," he shrugged.
The blowfish came closer and took the money, then handed Jack a wrinkled paper sack. Then he ran off, keeping out of sight until he got his hood up.
Jack opened the bag, looked inside, and smiled.
"Well , hello beautiful."
Then he heard a scuff just down the way and he looked to see who it was.
"Oh. Hi there," he said.
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"I'll be expecting you," he replied. It was a little funny but the more time he spent with Q the easier it was to forget how dangerous it was to be friendly with Six.
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"Goodnight, captain," he said finally, seeing himself out with little more than a wave goodbye.