All around me, people bleed, speak to me your song of greed...

[torchwoodsheart]

It has occurred to Gwen that she should have told Owen not to wander off and do something stupid. Then, it's also occurred to her that he probably wouldn't have listened if she had told him that, so she's trying not to blame herself for that oversight

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[der_weevilkonig]

Owen exhales, hissing it out through his teeth because anything that reminds him he has a nose, at this point, hurts. "Five bombs, all chemical, Thane says he'll get us the coordinates sometime today. Apparently two of them go off if we try to disassemble them and two of them go off if we don't and hell if I know anything about the fifth, but they're neurotoxins and that sort.Made so you have to identify the chemicals and know how they react or you won't know what's what, and apparently they use some secret chemical or some shit so we won't know what's going on. Need a fancy scanner."

He's still writing in his journal, staring at what he's already written. It helps. He can't think clearly.

"Whatelsewhatelse... said it was something he played in Evil Agent academy. Don't know why I thought that was important - bloody drugs, Juliet couldn't have thought to - never mind. Not all terrestrial chemicals, something about a sonic probe - should be able to identify some of them with a sonic probe. Those-" He swallows. "The formulas. That had something do do with them. Meant to show us we weren't - didn't know what we were dealing with."

He pauses over one line, squinting at it like he can't read his own handwriting. Tilts his head.

"...did have a message for you, though," he says after a moment. "Like you, specifically. Said you should give up. ...also that you were pretty."

He should be making fun of that, shouldn't he? Or possibly he shouldn't. Fucking meds.

"There was a note, too, something to give to Tyler - Thane trying to cut a deal. Is there a reason he calls him 'little sister,' or am I just dense?"

There may be something he's missing, but he's trying, he really is.

[torchwoodsheart]

Gwen clenches her jaw a little, closing her eyes for just a second, and nods. Give up. Yes, that's an option. Still, at least Owen's not commenting on the pretty bit. "Sam got the note. And no, I don't know."

She sighs and rubs a hand over her face, trying to think. It's been a long... month, and this just keeps getting harder and harder... "Was there anything else? Anything at all? I know it's hard, but I'd really rather not watch the city explode tonight." She remembers this. She remembers bombs going off in Cardiff, and how it felt like the end of the world... It's not happening here. She's not letting it happen here.

[der_weevilkonig]

"I'm trying," Owen snaps, and then drops his head down so the top of his nose rests between his index finger and thumb. And then audibly regrets that. "I couldn't exactly take notes," he follows. Or pay that much attention, given that Mr. Lord of the Flies was standing over me with a knife. "Said he took some readings off the gun we used. Sends his compliments on that, by the way. Said Torchwood was pretty disappointing this far." But fuck him. Fuck him to hell. "Said that he learned how to do this-" He gestures vaguely to himself, "-when a bunch of people cut on him in uni. Listed a few of the bombs, there was a neurotoxin, and an incendiary, and some fear drug or something - I don't know. It's a job for a Time Agent or a Time Lord, he said that, though."

And there was more, Owen is sure there was more, but he can't quite grasp it.