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[im_torchwood]

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.

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[quartermaster_q]

Bond had told him not to poke Torchwood any more. Eve had said something similar the last time she'd noticed him poking through files he wasn't supposed to have eyes on.

Q was stubborn though, and he didn't like the idea of anything being out of his reach. As much as Torchwood was a threat- The things they had were just too interesting to be ignored.

"I do hope that's not taxpayer money," he said blandly.