August Prompt 3 for creative_muses
"I not only use all the brains that I have, but all that I can borrow." - Woodrow Wilson
"Tosh, directions?" Jack yelled over the comms.
"I'm working on it Jack, give me a moment," a calm voice from the Hub came back to Jack’s ears. Tosh was at her station, tracking down an alien artefact, currently in the possession of some poor unsuspecting human, directing Jack and Owen in separate vehicles towards the artefact, as well as trying to work out if it was in any way dangerous. “Take the next right. He’s heading towards the army base.”
“Of course he bloody is,” Owen’s voice interrupted.
Tosh had changed her focus to another monitor where she was running an analysis of the artefact. “Jack? It seems to be emitting some kind of gas,” she said, slightly worried.
“Dangerous?” he asked.
“Checking now,” she said. “Though I’m guessing that since whoever is carrying it is still alive, not so bad. Want me to evacuate the base?”
“Are they still pissed at us for last time?”
“I don’t know why, that wasn’t entirely our fault,” Ianto said, slightly prissily.
“They should have let us in. Yes, they probably are,” Tosh replied to Jack, pressing a few buttons on her keyboard. “They changed all their codes after the last time I broke into their CCTV. Already working on breaking them again.” She pressed a button to start that program.
“Tosh, where the hell am I going? I haven’t a bloody clue where I am,” Owen asked. He and Gwen had been interviewing a couple who had been telling the press that they had seen aliens when this call came in, and they’d raced straight out there.
"Owen, you have sat-nav installed..." Tosh began.
"Oh yeah, I'm really going to say to someone carrying potentially dangerous alien tech 'hang on mate, I just need to stop and enter the bloody postcode'. I need this linked to the Hub," Owen complained.
"Next right, Owen," was the immediate response from Tosh. She heard the squealing of brakes and the sound of Gwen yelling at Owen. Tosh smiled as she pictured Gwen hanging on for dear life.
“Next time, Tosh, try warning before I actually pass the turning, will you?”
“You try keeping track of everything!”
“Children, stop squabbling,” Jack said, though his voice held amusement. “Any news on who's carrying it, Tosh?”
Tosh looked at another of her screens, where faces were scrolling past. It finally stopped on one. “Thomas Davies,” she said triumphantly. “Aged forty one, lives in Butetown normally, boring job, normal life, no previous record.”
“So the fact he’s carrying it across army land suggests that gas could have had an effect?” Gwen asked. Tosh could imagine one eyebrow raised.
“Still running analysis on it, should be done soon. Jack, take your next left.”
“Tosh, break into the base computers, evacuate it. If it’s had a suggestive effect on one person, I dread to think what will happen if it passes this generation of squaddies,” Jack ordered.
“Nearly in now,” Tosh replied, flicking her attention to the hacking program she had running in the background. The army had changed all their passwords, it seemed, but she made it through. Firstly, she brought up the CCTV system on a monitor, finding Thomas Davies scurrying along. "Want me to evacuate it?" she asked Jack.
"Do it," he said. "If they complain, send them my way. The CO's cute anyway." Tosh laughed as she heard Ianto's sound of protest in the background.
She pressed a combination on her keyboard, and her CCTV monitor was suddenly filled with flashing lights. "Evacuation underway," Tosh said, before she suddenly heard the sound of a phone running. "And there's the CO on the phone."
"He can wait. Contain situation now, massage ego later," Jack snapped. "Ok, heading up to the base now. Anymore information on that gas?"
"One second," Tosh said, checking back. "It's nothing we've seen before, as far as I can tell. The way Davies is acting suggests it induces paranoia. Wear masks before approaching, seal up the artefact when you get it. Jack, take your next left. Owen," she said, checking on his position, "you are about a mile away. Go straight on, then take the second right."
"We go in together. Tosh keep an eye on readings, make sure they don't change."
There was a moment's silence as Owen raced to Jack's position. Tosh kept an eye on everything - where Owen was in relation to Jack, how the evacuation of the base was going, whether the chemical compound of the artefact could be discovered without a closer look.
"Ok, masks on, let's go," Jack said. "Tosh?"
"He's fifty metres in front of you. He seems to be hiding. Not that it'll help him much," Tosh said. She glanced at the CCTV screens. "Just inside a building. I'll tell you when you're in front of it." She watched as the four of them all got their guns out, and started creeping forwards. They'd fanned out, making sure they didn't present one single target, and that if Davies ran, they had a chance of stopping him. "That's the door," Tosh said.
She watched on the screens as Jack did his usual dramatic entrance, kicking down the door. The man was in the corner, cowering, begging them not to shoot him. Tosh watched as Gwen and Ianto gently took the artefact, and sealed it into a box, to be brought back to the Hub for analysis. Jack was talking to the man. She recognised the signs of him being given retcon. Twenty four hours time, he wouldn't know what had happened.
Another job well completed in the name of protecting humanity.
Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Words: 974
"Tosh, directions?" Jack yelled over the comms.
"I'm working on it Jack, give me a moment," a calm voice from the Hub came back to Jack’s ears. Tosh was at her station, tracking down an alien artefact, currently in the possession of some poor unsuspecting human, directing Jack and Owen in separate vehicles towards the artefact, as well as trying to work out if it was in any way dangerous. “Take the next right. He’s heading towards the army base.”
“Of course he bloody is,” Owen’s voice interrupted.
Tosh had changed her focus to another monitor where she was running an analysis of the artefact. “Jack? It seems to be emitting some kind of gas,” she said, slightly worried.
“Dangerous?” he asked.
“Checking now,” she said. “Though I’m guessing that since whoever is carrying it is still alive, not so bad. Want me to evacuate the base?”
“Are they still pissed at us for last time?”
“I don’t know why, that wasn’t entirely our fault,” Ianto said, slightly prissily.
“They should have let us in. Yes, they probably are,” Tosh replied to Jack, pressing a few buttons on her keyboard. “They changed all their codes after the last time I broke into their CCTV. Already working on breaking them again.” She pressed a button to start that program.
“Tosh, where the hell am I going? I haven’t a bloody clue where I am,” Owen asked. He and Gwen had been interviewing a couple who had been telling the press that they had seen aliens when this call came in, and they’d raced straight out there.
"Owen, you have sat-nav installed..." Tosh began.
"Oh yeah, I'm really going to say to someone carrying potentially dangerous alien tech 'hang on mate, I just need to stop and enter the bloody postcode'. I need this linked to the Hub," Owen complained.
"Next right, Owen," was the immediate response from Tosh. She heard the squealing of brakes and the sound of Gwen yelling at Owen. Tosh smiled as she pictured Gwen hanging on for dear life.
“Next time, Tosh, try warning before I actually pass the turning, will you?”
“You try keeping track of everything!”
“Children, stop squabbling,” Jack said, though his voice held amusement. “Any news on who's carrying it, Tosh?”
Tosh looked at another of her screens, where faces were scrolling past. It finally stopped on one. “Thomas Davies,” she said triumphantly. “Aged forty one, lives in Butetown normally, boring job, normal life, no previous record.”
“So the fact he’s carrying it across army land suggests that gas could have had an effect?” Gwen asked. Tosh could imagine one eyebrow raised.
“Still running analysis on it, should be done soon. Jack, take your next left.”
“Tosh, break into the base computers, evacuate it. If it’s had a suggestive effect on one person, I dread to think what will happen if it passes this generation of squaddies,” Jack ordered.
“Nearly in now,” Tosh replied, flicking her attention to the hacking program she had running in the background. The army had changed all their passwords, it seemed, but she made it through. Firstly, she brought up the CCTV system on a monitor, finding Thomas Davies scurrying along. "Want me to evacuate it?" she asked Jack.
"Do it," he said. "If they complain, send them my way. The CO's cute anyway." Tosh laughed as she heard Ianto's sound of protest in the background.
She pressed a combination on her keyboard, and her CCTV monitor was suddenly filled with flashing lights. "Evacuation underway," Tosh said, before she suddenly heard the sound of a phone running. "And there's the CO on the phone."
"He can wait. Contain situation now, massage ego later," Jack snapped. "Ok, heading up to the base now. Anymore information on that gas?"
"One second," Tosh said, checking back. "It's nothing we've seen before, as far as I can tell. The way Davies is acting suggests it induces paranoia. Wear masks before approaching, seal up the artefact when you get it. Jack, take your next left. Owen," she said, checking on his position, "you are about a mile away. Go straight on, then take the second right."
"We go in together. Tosh keep an eye on readings, make sure they don't change."
There was a moment's silence as Owen raced to Jack's position. Tosh kept an eye on everything - where Owen was in relation to Jack, how the evacuation of the base was going, whether the chemical compound of the artefact could be discovered without a closer look.
"Ok, masks on, let's go," Jack said. "Tosh?"
"He's fifty metres in front of you. He seems to be hiding. Not that it'll help him much," Tosh said. She glanced at the CCTV screens. "Just inside a building. I'll tell you when you're in front of it." She watched as the four of them all got their guns out, and started creeping forwards. They'd fanned out, making sure they didn't present one single target, and that if Davies ran, they had a chance of stopping him. "That's the door," Tosh said.
She watched on the screens as Jack did his usual dramatic entrance, kicking down the door. The man was in the corner, cowering, begging them not to shoot him. Tosh watched as Gwen and Ianto gently took the artefact, and sealed it into a box, to be brought back to the Hub for analysis. Jack was talking to the man. She recognised the signs of him being given retcon. Twenty four hours time, he wouldn't know what had happened.
Another job well completed in the name of protecting humanity.
Toshiko Sato
Torchwood
Words: 974