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It was a miserable night. Rain pissed down but the pavement was so hot you could almost watch it turn to steam. Jack hated this kind of rain. It never got this hot in Cardiff. But here he was, just because Torchwood had a vested interest in this superhero thing. Rumour had it that one man knew something and Jack simply took the dossier and set out to this city, this awful night.
He'd attached the tracker to the car of one Billy Butcher and had followed him around for a couple days. They'd been dry days, but just as humid.
"I'm not standing out here in the fucking rain. Let's just get this over with," he sighed to himself. His wool coat handled the rain well. How Jack handled the coat in this heat was a mystery.
He Went to Billy's door. From what he knew about the man, he was sure he'd appreciate the lack of subtlety.
Jack knocked and waited, half expecting a gun shot to come straight through the door.
He'd attached the tracker to the car of one Billy Butcher and had followed him around for a couple days. They'd been dry days, but just as humid.
"I'm not standing out here in the fucking rain. Let's just get this over with," he sighed to himself. His wool coat handled the rain well. How Jack handled the coat in this heat was a mystery.
He Went to Billy's door. From what he knew about the man, he was sure he'd appreciate the lack of subtlety.
Jack knocked and waited, half expecting a gun shot to come straight through the door.
