The Day After Yesterday: Ch 4
A/N Here's the next part time to find out who the other team member is.
Comments are love, this is a long series some comments have made me reconsider how things will happen in the future or even added little side things. So if you don't like something or if you do let me know. and Constructive Crit is also love
Previous Part
Two days before . . .
Jack sauntered into the bar. According to what he could find, his target frequented this pace. He glanced around the room and then went to sit at the end of the bar.
“Captain,” She said without even turning around. Jack sat next to agent Johnson, “Why are you here?”
“Maybe I just wanted a drink?” He gestured to the bar tender.
She let out a derisive snort, “Don’t lie. I’ve got tags on my files that let me know when someone’s looking me up. What I don’t get is why?
“You quit the agency,” was Jacks response as he was handed a water.
She looked at Jack for the first time her eyes narrowed, “You’re not answering the question.”
Jack took a sip, then tilted his head as if considering, “Neither are you.”
“If you’re just here to play games . . .”Johnson’s voice held a warning note.
Time to change tactics, “I want you for Torchwood.” Jack spit out. There was silence for several minutes.
“No.”
Jack blinked, shaking his head sure he’d misheard, “What?”
Johnson turned back to her drink, “No.”
“Look I know you quit your job because you could no longer just follow orders. You saw what they did. Now you question everything.” Jack gestured his hands, “but Torchwood you know. You’ve studied us and you know what we fight for. With Torchwood you have a chance to use your skills to do some good.”
“No,” Johnson didn’t even look up.
“But why?” Jack most certainly did not sound like he was whining.
“Why?”
“Now that’s just repeating the same question back. That’s not . . .”
“Seriously,” Johnson turned to look Jack in the eye, “Why would you want me?”
Jack stopped, “I need to know the team is defended, and I need to know there is someone to make the hard . . .sometimes the impossible choices when I’m gone.”
Johnson’s eyes narrowed, “I’ve been a tool before. I won’t be one again.”
“No you misunderstand. Torchwood’s got no use for a tool.” Jack quickly placated her, “We need some one who’s got a heart, but can set it aside when necessary. And frankly,” Jack paused, “You’re lost looking for something.”
“Oh, and you know so much, do you?” Johnson spit sarcastically.
“Yeah I do actually” Jack laughed sadly, “Torchwood can be that something if you let it.”
The woman stopped and took a breath, “No,” she said with less conviction.
Jack knew he’d almost won, “I tell you what, give me six months. After six months you still want to leave? Fine. No strings attached, but I’m betting you don’t.”
“Fine, six months.”
“Six months,” Jack grinned into his glass.
~*~
The atmosphere was decidedly tense. With Gwen obviously not liking Johnson being there, Johnson herself acting stiffly, and Mickey and Martha with no clue what was going on. It was decided without words to move the breakfast into the conference room. As soon as everyone sat Jack seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room gestured to the stern woman cheerfully, “Everyone this is Johnson . . .”he paused, “Hmmm don’t have a name for you. What should we call you then?”
“Johnson is fine,” the woman stated.
“No,” He stood there considering, “I know, how about Johnny? Yep, that’s it, Johnny,” Jack nodded satisfied with himself. The woman just quirked an eyebrow but seemed to accept it. “So Johnny, this is our Computer tech Mickey Smith, our doctor Martha Jones and you know Gwen.” The woman nodded to each of them in turn. Jack snatched another pastry (still not one of his favorites Gwen noticed) and sat at the head of the table, “So Martha what have you found for us?”
Martha stood and passed out some files, “Shouldn’t we tell Johnson about the rift activity?”
“I am apprised of the situation Dr. Jones, the captain called me in last night.”
“Martha is fine. Ok, so I went through the local hospital records for the last six months, looking for something out of the ordinary,” She moved to the front of the room, turning the screen on, to show three faces, “Gavin White 30, Karen Smyth 28, and Terrace Smyth 27,” she gestured to each in turn, “These are just three of the twenty-seven people that all have one thing in common. They died of heart attacks.”
“But you said the Smyths were in their twenties?” asked Gwen.
“I did.” She flipped the screen to show a little boy, “Timothy Stone 8. That’s one of the weird things, the ages of the affected.”
“And the other thing?” asked Johnson while methodically flipping through the files.
“The time of the attacks. Several times a whole room of people all had a heart attack at the same time. With all these attacks whenever there was an attack everyone in the room had one. However in one case a woman stepped out of the room into the next for a couple of minutes and she was fine.” She clicked and a map came up, “Here are the locations. They are all homes.”
“Those are all some of the wealthiest neighborhoods in and around Cardiff,” added Gwen.
“But there doesn’t appear to be any connections between the locations of the attacks,” added Johnson.
“Which means we’re probably looking at purchasers of something,” Jack leaned forward.
“So are the heart attacks intentional? Or is it just a side effect?” Asked Mickey.
“Good question Mickey,” Jack looked at each person in turn, “Mickey, you see if can find any connections between the victims.” Mickey nodded grabbed his file and left the room. “Martha, get a hold of the most recent body I want to know if there’s anything odd.”
“Got it,” Martha left.
“Johnny, you’re already logged into the system. I want you to look at the CCTV of the area where and when the rift activity happened. See if you can get anything on who was there, where they came from or what they are importing.”
“Yes Sir,” Johnson jumped to her feet and briskly left the room.
“Gwen, you’re with me. I need your people skills; we’re going to talk with some of the families.”
Gwen jumped up grinning, “Just like old times hm?”
Jack turned and looked straight at her, “No, no it’s not.” Gwen’s face fell then she flinched as he grabbed his leather jacket and very deliberately tugged it on. Then she watched as Jack walked out. What was she going to do?
“Coming?”
“Yeah, yeah,” she snapped out of it and jogged to catch up.
~*~
Less then an hour later Gwen and Jack were driving just outside Cardiff. So far the trip had been silent. Finally Gwen couldn’t keep quite anymore, “Why Johnson?”
Jack didn’t seem fazed, “Because I recruited her.”
“You said Martha was a genius then you went out and recruited those two?”
“She gave me the idea to recruit people who were already in this kind of life,” Jack answered. “Simple as that.” There was a moment, “Here we are.”
The SUV pulled up in one of the richest neighborhoods just outside of Cardiff. They both go tout, “How the other half lives,” mussed Gwen as she looked at the huge homes, and immaculate lawns.
“Still dead though,” Jack commented as he walked up to and knocked on one of the doors. The door opened a crack, “Ms. White?” The woman behind the door nodded in response to Jack’s question. “I’m Captain Jack Harkness, we need to discuss your husband’s death. May we come in?”
The woman frowned, “He died of a heart attack. What more do you want?” her voice was rising.
“Ma’am I think you’ve misunderstood,” Gwen tried to calm the woman.
Ms. White cut her off, “Are you going to write a piece about it in the business section?”
“But . . .”
“As if I don’t have enough to deal with? Why don’t you people just leave me alone?” With that the woman slammed the door closed.
There was a pause, “Well, that was useful,” said Jack as he turned to leave, “I doubt we’re going to get anything out of her.” The two started back to the SUV.
“Oh no not another one,” groused a woman standing in the next lawn.
“Another what?” asked Gwen as she walked up to the hedge separating the two lawns. Jack stayed by the SUV where he could hear, but left it to her.
The woman turned to look up, “Another dead animal,” she gestured to the body of a cat, “Oh, Molly’s going to be crushed. She’s my daughter and that’s her cat Princesses.”
“You said another?” prompted Gwen.
“Yes, it’s the weirdest thing. The last month several pets have died. We’ve found them just lying there.”
“Where exactly did you find these pets?”
“Well the Davids’ dog died in there back yard right over there,” she pointed to the house on the other side of the White’s home, “They were playing fetch when from across the lawn they just saw the dog collapse. And two more cats one in my yard one there in the White’s yard.” The woman paused and suddenly looked really worried, “You don’t think it’s something dangerous? Like a chemical spill or something?”
Gwen put on her reassuring face, “No, but could we take the cat’s body? Just as a precaution.”
“Best be safe,” the woman said nodding as she bent down and removed the collar.
“Thanks,” Gwen moved to pick up the body and loaded in the SUV before getting in the passenger seat.
“A bunch of pets, all dropping dead around the house where two of our victims died, interesting. Looks like this wasn’t a waste of time after all,” Jack gunned the engine and started back to the Hub.
~*~
“Martha,” Jack called in a sing-song voice and he walked through the Cog door Gwen following, “I got you a gift!”
“Oh goody,” she said sarcastically whipping her hand as she came out of the autopsy bay, “What is it? A weevil liver? A Proteous Gland?”
“Nope, a dead cat!” he said cheerfully holding up a bag.
“Aww you shouldn’t have,” Said the doctor taking the bag.
“ That’s me always thoughtful.”
“Please tell me you don’t get Christmas or birthday gifts for us,” Mickey called still working on the computer.
Jack gestured to the body, “See if you can figure out how it died.”
“Got it,” She stated to go back to the bay then turned back, “Oh, nothing odd in the victims. All concurrent with cardiac arrest.”
“Mickey Mouse, please tell me you have something,” Jack came up to look at the screen over his shoulder.
“Sorry boss, they’re all wealthy. Every family it happens to has some connection to politics or a big business. While they all seem to have shady purchases, there is no common one between them all.”
“Let me help,” Gwen got onto another computer.
“Johnny, you’re my last hope?”
“I attempted to find anything on this group,” She called frustration obvious in her voice, “They use a blind spot and they turn off the CCTV.”
“Damn!” Jack growled, “Just, keep looking,” he stalked back to his office.
But the office didn’t help there was no comfort in it, it was all new. UNIT had turned it into a posh modern office, no character. That’s what was wrong with the whole Hub. Sure the walkways were exactly where they’d been, but there was no basket ball hoop over there, no murals on the wall, no clutter on the desks. Everything that made it the Hub was gone. Jack sighed as he crashed in the chair, head in his hands. Maybe it was just as well he wouldn’t be here long. There he was being arrogant again, thinking he could do better then UNIT.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d zoned out for when he heard a knock on the door. He looked up to see Martha Jones in the doorway. He summoned up a fake smile.
“You ok?” She asked as she came into the room and sat in the chair in front of his desk.
“Fine.”
“Don’t lie.”
“Then don’t ask questions you already know the answers to.”
“Fair enough,” Martha conceded and let the subject drop, “Oh, and the cat had a heart attack too. Safe to say it was affected by the same thing the people were.”
Suddenly Mickey stuck his head in the office, “Another one just happened, a Woman Helen Baker and her 8 year old daughter Samantha.”
Jack and Martha jumped to their feet, “Ok, Martha, come to look at the bodies,” Jack moved through the Hub, “Gwen come on, Mickey, Johnny you’re coming too.” The Hub was a flurry of motion as each got their jackets, weapons, and gear.
Less then ten minutes later found them at the door to a penthouse, the police were taking care of the paperwork. Martha immediately pushed though to see the bodies, Mickey used his PDA to scan the room, Johnson moved to survey the rooms make sure everything was in place as Gwen and Jack went to talk with the shaken up man.
“Hey who the hell are you all?” Asked one of the officers putting a hand to Jack’s chest to stop him.
Jack looked at the man with a sense of pity. He pushed the arm aside looking as if was something distasteful, “You’re new aren’t you?” The officer nodded, “We’re Torchwood, and this,” he gestured to the room, “Is our problem now. So get lost.”
The three officers all seemed to recognize the name, and quickly made to leave. “Oh yes, making friends with the cops again then? And so quickly too,” Gwen commented. Then she moved toward the man sitting at the table. He was in his late thirties early forties, and was obviously shaken sitting with his head in his hands. Gwen leaned in a bit, “Hello? Matt Baker?” The man looked up at her, “I’m Gwen Cooper and this here,” she motioned to Jack, “is Captain Jack Harkness. We’re here to talk about what happened to your wife and daughter.”
“It wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this,” he said to Gwen shaking his head.
“No, it never happens like it’s suppose to,” said Gwen sympathetically, “Everyone dies and sometimes . . .”
“No!” he cut her off, “No, she was suppose to die but not Sam . . .not Sam,” his eyes begged Gwen to understand.
“What do you mean Helen was supposed to die?” asked Jack sitting down across from Baker.
He turned to Jack noticing him for the first time, “Lock me up, please, lock me up,” he begged.
“We’re not the police we don’t . . .”Gwen started.
“What do you mean Helen was suppose to die?” asked Jack more firmly.
“She, she was having an affair, so was I, but she was sleeping with someone from another company. I had to stop it, you understand right? I had to stop it.”
“We understand, but how?” Jack prompted.
The glanced around shiftily, “I heard from someone, this group would help get rid of people and no one would know any better. I was given their number and they gave it to me, and gave me instructions, and I was going to do it, I did do it, but Sam . . . she wasn’t supposed to come out of her room. She would have been fine if she’d stayed in her room, Oh god, she should’ve stayed,” he buried his face back in his hands.
“What did they give you? What was it?” Jack pitched his voice low his gaze intense.
“That damn thing,” Baker pulled a small devise that almost looked like a car clicker with just two buttons out. “Take the damn thing,” he pressed one of the buttons.
Almost immediately the team heard scurrying, out from under the couch came a small creature almost like a guinea pig in size and appearance with dark green almost black fur.
Mickey glanced at it, “Oh my god, it’s a killer Chia pet.”
Next Part
Comments are love, this is a long series some comments have made me reconsider how things will happen in the future or even added little side things. So if you don't like something or if you do let me know. and Constructive Crit is also love
Previous Part
Two days before . . .
Jack sauntered into the bar. According to what he could find, his target frequented this pace. He glanced around the room and then went to sit at the end of the bar.
“Captain,” She said without even turning around. Jack sat next to agent Johnson, “Why are you here?”
“Maybe I just wanted a drink?” He gestured to the bar tender.
She let out a derisive snort, “Don’t lie. I’ve got tags on my files that let me know when someone’s looking me up. What I don’t get is why?
“You quit the agency,” was Jacks response as he was handed a water.
She looked at Jack for the first time her eyes narrowed, “You’re not answering the question.”
Jack took a sip, then tilted his head as if considering, “Neither are you.”
“If you’re just here to play games . . .”Johnson’s voice held a warning note.
Time to change tactics, “I want you for Torchwood.” Jack spit out. There was silence for several minutes.
“No.”
Jack blinked, shaking his head sure he’d misheard, “What?”
Johnson turned back to her drink, “No.”
“Look I know you quit your job because you could no longer just follow orders. You saw what they did. Now you question everything.” Jack gestured his hands, “but Torchwood you know. You’ve studied us and you know what we fight for. With Torchwood you have a chance to use your skills to do some good.”
“No,” Johnson didn’t even look up.
“But why?” Jack most certainly did not sound like he was whining.
“Why?”
“Now that’s just repeating the same question back. That’s not . . .”
“Seriously,” Johnson turned to look Jack in the eye, “Why would you want me?”
Jack stopped, “I need to know the team is defended, and I need to know there is someone to make the hard . . .sometimes the impossible choices when I’m gone.”
Johnson’s eyes narrowed, “I’ve been a tool before. I won’t be one again.”
“No you misunderstand. Torchwood’s got no use for a tool.” Jack quickly placated her, “We need some one who’s got a heart, but can set it aside when necessary. And frankly,” Jack paused, “You’re lost looking for something.”
“Oh, and you know so much, do you?” Johnson spit sarcastically.
“Yeah I do actually” Jack laughed sadly, “Torchwood can be that something if you let it.”
The woman stopped and took a breath, “No,” she said with less conviction.
Jack knew he’d almost won, “I tell you what, give me six months. After six months you still want to leave? Fine. No strings attached, but I’m betting you don’t.”
“Fine, six months.”
“Six months,” Jack grinned into his glass.
~*~
The atmosphere was decidedly tense. With Gwen obviously not liking Johnson being there, Johnson herself acting stiffly, and Mickey and Martha with no clue what was going on. It was decided without words to move the breakfast into the conference room. As soon as everyone sat Jack seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room gestured to the stern woman cheerfully, “Everyone this is Johnson . . .”he paused, “Hmmm don’t have a name for you. What should we call you then?”
“Johnson is fine,” the woman stated.
“No,” He stood there considering, “I know, how about Johnny? Yep, that’s it, Johnny,” Jack nodded satisfied with himself. The woman just quirked an eyebrow but seemed to accept it. “So Johnny, this is our Computer tech Mickey Smith, our doctor Martha Jones and you know Gwen.” The woman nodded to each of them in turn. Jack snatched another pastry (still not one of his favorites Gwen noticed) and sat at the head of the table, “So Martha what have you found for us?”
Martha stood and passed out some files, “Shouldn’t we tell Johnson about the rift activity?”
“I am apprised of the situation Dr. Jones, the captain called me in last night.”
“Martha is fine. Ok, so I went through the local hospital records for the last six months, looking for something out of the ordinary,” She moved to the front of the room, turning the screen on, to show three faces, “Gavin White 30, Karen Smyth 28, and Terrace Smyth 27,” she gestured to each in turn, “These are just three of the twenty-seven people that all have one thing in common. They died of heart attacks.”
“But you said the Smyths were in their twenties?” asked Gwen.
“I did.” She flipped the screen to show a little boy, “Timothy Stone 8. That’s one of the weird things, the ages of the affected.”
“And the other thing?” asked Johnson while methodically flipping through the files.
“The time of the attacks. Several times a whole room of people all had a heart attack at the same time. With all these attacks whenever there was an attack everyone in the room had one. However in one case a woman stepped out of the room into the next for a couple of minutes and she was fine.” She clicked and a map came up, “Here are the locations. They are all homes.”
“Those are all some of the wealthiest neighborhoods in and around Cardiff,” added Gwen.
“But there doesn’t appear to be any connections between the locations of the attacks,” added Johnson.
“Which means we’re probably looking at purchasers of something,” Jack leaned forward.
“So are the heart attacks intentional? Or is it just a side effect?” Asked Mickey.
“Good question Mickey,” Jack looked at each person in turn, “Mickey, you see if can find any connections between the victims.” Mickey nodded grabbed his file and left the room. “Martha, get a hold of the most recent body I want to know if there’s anything odd.”
“Got it,” Martha left.
“Johnny, you’re already logged into the system. I want you to look at the CCTV of the area where and when the rift activity happened. See if you can get anything on who was there, where they came from or what they are importing.”
“Yes Sir,” Johnson jumped to her feet and briskly left the room.
“Gwen, you’re with me. I need your people skills; we’re going to talk with some of the families.”
Gwen jumped up grinning, “Just like old times hm?”
Jack turned and looked straight at her, “No, no it’s not.” Gwen’s face fell then she flinched as he grabbed his leather jacket and very deliberately tugged it on. Then she watched as Jack walked out. What was she going to do?
“Coming?”
“Yeah, yeah,” she snapped out of it and jogged to catch up.
~*~
Less then an hour later Gwen and Jack were driving just outside Cardiff. So far the trip had been silent. Finally Gwen couldn’t keep quite anymore, “Why Johnson?”
Jack didn’t seem fazed, “Because I recruited her.”
“You said Martha was a genius then you went out and recruited those two?”
“She gave me the idea to recruit people who were already in this kind of life,” Jack answered. “Simple as that.” There was a moment, “Here we are.”
The SUV pulled up in one of the richest neighborhoods just outside of Cardiff. They both go tout, “How the other half lives,” mussed Gwen as she looked at the huge homes, and immaculate lawns.
“Still dead though,” Jack commented as he walked up to and knocked on one of the doors. The door opened a crack, “Ms. White?” The woman behind the door nodded in response to Jack’s question. “I’m Captain Jack Harkness, we need to discuss your husband’s death. May we come in?”
The woman frowned, “He died of a heart attack. What more do you want?” her voice was rising.
“Ma’am I think you’ve misunderstood,” Gwen tried to calm the woman.
Ms. White cut her off, “Are you going to write a piece about it in the business section?”
“But . . .”
“As if I don’t have enough to deal with? Why don’t you people just leave me alone?” With that the woman slammed the door closed.
There was a pause, “Well, that was useful,” said Jack as he turned to leave, “I doubt we’re going to get anything out of her.” The two started back to the SUV.
“Oh no not another one,” groused a woman standing in the next lawn.
“Another what?” asked Gwen as she walked up to the hedge separating the two lawns. Jack stayed by the SUV where he could hear, but left it to her.
The woman turned to look up, “Another dead animal,” she gestured to the body of a cat, “Oh, Molly’s going to be crushed. She’s my daughter and that’s her cat Princesses.”
“You said another?” prompted Gwen.
“Yes, it’s the weirdest thing. The last month several pets have died. We’ve found them just lying there.”
“Where exactly did you find these pets?”
“Well the Davids’ dog died in there back yard right over there,” she pointed to the house on the other side of the White’s home, “They were playing fetch when from across the lawn they just saw the dog collapse. And two more cats one in my yard one there in the White’s yard.” The woman paused and suddenly looked really worried, “You don’t think it’s something dangerous? Like a chemical spill or something?”
Gwen put on her reassuring face, “No, but could we take the cat’s body? Just as a precaution.”
“Best be safe,” the woman said nodding as she bent down and removed the collar.
“Thanks,” Gwen moved to pick up the body and loaded in the SUV before getting in the passenger seat.
“A bunch of pets, all dropping dead around the house where two of our victims died, interesting. Looks like this wasn’t a waste of time after all,” Jack gunned the engine and started back to the Hub.
~*~
“Martha,” Jack called in a sing-song voice and he walked through the Cog door Gwen following, “I got you a gift!”
“Oh goody,” she said sarcastically whipping her hand as she came out of the autopsy bay, “What is it? A weevil liver? A Proteous Gland?”
“Nope, a dead cat!” he said cheerfully holding up a bag.
“Aww you shouldn’t have,” Said the doctor taking the bag.
“ That’s me always thoughtful.”
“Please tell me you don’t get Christmas or birthday gifts for us,” Mickey called still working on the computer.
Jack gestured to the body, “See if you can figure out how it died.”
“Got it,” She stated to go back to the bay then turned back, “Oh, nothing odd in the victims. All concurrent with cardiac arrest.”
“Mickey Mouse, please tell me you have something,” Jack came up to look at the screen over his shoulder.
“Sorry boss, they’re all wealthy. Every family it happens to has some connection to politics or a big business. While they all seem to have shady purchases, there is no common one between them all.”
“Let me help,” Gwen got onto another computer.
“Johnny, you’re my last hope?”
“I attempted to find anything on this group,” She called frustration obvious in her voice, “They use a blind spot and they turn off the CCTV.”
“Damn!” Jack growled, “Just, keep looking,” he stalked back to his office.
But the office didn’t help there was no comfort in it, it was all new. UNIT had turned it into a posh modern office, no character. That’s what was wrong with the whole Hub. Sure the walkways were exactly where they’d been, but there was no basket ball hoop over there, no murals on the wall, no clutter on the desks. Everything that made it the Hub was gone. Jack sighed as he crashed in the chair, head in his hands. Maybe it was just as well he wouldn’t be here long. There he was being arrogant again, thinking he could do better then UNIT.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d zoned out for when he heard a knock on the door. He looked up to see Martha Jones in the doorway. He summoned up a fake smile.
“You ok?” She asked as she came into the room and sat in the chair in front of his desk.
“Fine.”
“Don’t lie.”
“Then don’t ask questions you already know the answers to.”
“Fair enough,” Martha conceded and let the subject drop, “Oh, and the cat had a heart attack too. Safe to say it was affected by the same thing the people were.”
Suddenly Mickey stuck his head in the office, “Another one just happened, a Woman Helen Baker and her 8 year old daughter Samantha.”
Jack and Martha jumped to their feet, “Ok, Martha, come to look at the bodies,” Jack moved through the Hub, “Gwen come on, Mickey, Johnny you’re coming too.” The Hub was a flurry of motion as each got their jackets, weapons, and gear.
Less then ten minutes later found them at the door to a penthouse, the police were taking care of the paperwork. Martha immediately pushed though to see the bodies, Mickey used his PDA to scan the room, Johnson moved to survey the rooms make sure everything was in place as Gwen and Jack went to talk with the shaken up man.
“Hey who the hell are you all?” Asked one of the officers putting a hand to Jack’s chest to stop him.
Jack looked at the man with a sense of pity. He pushed the arm aside looking as if was something distasteful, “You’re new aren’t you?” The officer nodded, “We’re Torchwood, and this,” he gestured to the room, “Is our problem now. So get lost.”
The three officers all seemed to recognize the name, and quickly made to leave. “Oh yes, making friends with the cops again then? And so quickly too,” Gwen commented. Then she moved toward the man sitting at the table. He was in his late thirties early forties, and was obviously shaken sitting with his head in his hands. Gwen leaned in a bit, “Hello? Matt Baker?” The man looked up at her, “I’m Gwen Cooper and this here,” she motioned to Jack, “is Captain Jack Harkness. We’re here to talk about what happened to your wife and daughter.”
“It wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this,” he said to Gwen shaking his head.
“No, it never happens like it’s suppose to,” said Gwen sympathetically, “Everyone dies and sometimes . . .”
“No!” he cut her off, “No, she was suppose to die but not Sam . . .not Sam,” his eyes begged Gwen to understand.
“What do you mean Helen was supposed to die?” asked Jack sitting down across from Baker.
He turned to Jack noticing him for the first time, “Lock me up, please, lock me up,” he begged.
“We’re not the police we don’t . . .”Gwen started.
“What do you mean Helen was suppose to die?” asked Jack more firmly.
“She, she was having an affair, so was I, but she was sleeping with someone from another company. I had to stop it, you understand right? I had to stop it.”
“We understand, but how?” Jack prompted.
The glanced around shiftily, “I heard from someone, this group would help get rid of people and no one would know any better. I was given their number and they gave it to me, and gave me instructions, and I was going to do it, I did do it, but Sam . . . she wasn’t supposed to come out of her room. She would have been fine if she’d stayed in her room, Oh god, she should’ve stayed,” he buried his face back in his hands.
“What did they give you? What was it?” Jack pitched his voice low his gaze intense.
“That damn thing,” Baker pulled a small devise that almost looked like a car clicker with just two buttons out. “Take the damn thing,” he pressed one of the buttons.
Almost immediately the team heard scurrying, out from under the couch came a small creature almost like a guinea pig in size and appearance with dark green almost black fur.
Mickey glanced at it, “Oh my god, it’s a killer Chia pet.”
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