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Aug. 3rd, 2019
Logan - Torchwood
Aug. 3rd, 2019 06:48 pm"He's off base. Getting a drink, it looks, like," Moira said. "This is our chance."
John peered over her shoulder and looked at the monitor. They'd been tracking the American for a while now. It may have flown under the radar of British Military Intelligence, but Torchwood was above that. Beyond it. And their job was, as Jack had told them more than once, anything weird.
The American base was doing research into something about Mist. London got fog, of course, but there were times the fog was...more than that. Things appeared. People came through. Buildings just manifested. Torchwood had been tracking it, too.
"Let's go get him," Moira said. "You, me...bring Ioan and Shaun. W'ell bring him back so Jack can talk to him."
"Put it together fast, I'll call the boys," John said.
---
One would think it would be harder to capture an American officer, but it really hadn't been. Moira got him to come outside to smoke with her and the boys ambushed him, bagged his head and ziptied his hands and they all piled into the Torchwood van. A bit of sedative had the officer mild and calm. Sort of. He still had some fight in him.
They got him to Canary Wharf to Torchwood One. Down in the garage they unloaded him and took him to an interrogation room. Moira called Jack and told him he needed to come down right away. They'd gotten a lead.
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Jack entered the room, all coat and swagger, and spun the chair around to straddle it. He reached across the table to pull the hood off and when he saw a familiar face he froze. Logan Echolls. From the island all those many centuries ago. He'd never forgotten. Jack never forgot anyone he loved, and Logan was someone he'd loved beyond reason or measure.
He cleared his throat.
"You alert? The sedative should be wearing off," he said.
John peered over her shoulder and looked at the monitor. They'd been tracking the American for a while now. It may have flown under the radar of British Military Intelligence, but Torchwood was above that. Beyond it. And their job was, as Jack had told them more than once, anything weird.
The American base was doing research into something about Mist. London got fog, of course, but there were times the fog was...more than that. Things appeared. People came through. Buildings just manifested. Torchwood had been tracking it, too.
"Let's go get him," Moira said. "You, me...bring Ioan and Shaun. W'ell bring him back so Jack can talk to him."
"Put it together fast, I'll call the boys," John said.
---
One would think it would be harder to capture an American officer, but it really hadn't been. Moira got him to come outside to smoke with her and the boys ambushed him, bagged his head and ziptied his hands and they all piled into the Torchwood van. A bit of sedative had the officer mild and calm. Sort of. He still had some fight in him.
They got him to Canary Wharf to Torchwood One. Down in the garage they unloaded him and took him to an interrogation room. Moira called Jack and told him he needed to come down right away. They'd gotten a lead.
---
Jack entered the room, all coat and swagger, and spun the chair around to straddle it. He reached across the table to pull the hood off and when he saw a familiar face he froze. Logan Echolls. From the island all those many centuries ago. He'd never forgotten. Jack never forgot anyone he loved, and Logan was someone he'd loved beyond reason or measure.
He cleared his throat.
"You alert? The sedative should be wearing off," he said.