5:15, Angels have gone
Who: Miss Rose, Jack Harkness
What: The Master promised a promotion, Jack just needs to bring in some poor schmuck.
When: Late Sunday night
Where: On the outskirts of the city
Warnings: Likely violence.
He'd left home hours ago, after a short, but excited talk with Rachel. Their Master had all but promised a promotion, and though Jack knew better than to hope for too much, he was thrilled for it. He'd done good work these past three years after all, had kept his family comfortable and done whatever he'd been asked. He'd had time to put Max to bed with his wife, something he didn't often get home in time to do.
Now, instead of getting home late, he was leaving early; Jack had no intention of returning until he'd caught at least one of these damn intruders. He couldn't go to the Master empty handed. The people from the ship had had time to wander, and Jack had had time to track. It didn't take too long to find a trail and stick with it. Eventually, he found her: a pretty blond. He doubted she'd give him much trouble.
Jack took his time, making sure there wasn't an ambush laying in wait, before approaching. "Excuse me, miss," he said. Nothing wrong with a little cordiality before slapping someone in chains. Kept them from running.
What: The Master promised a promotion, Jack just needs to bring in some poor schmuck.
When: Late Sunday night
Where: On the outskirts of the city
Warnings: Likely violence.
He'd left home hours ago, after a short, but excited talk with Rachel. Their Master had all but promised a promotion, and though Jack knew better than to hope for too much, he was thrilled for it. He'd done good work these past three years after all, had kept his family comfortable and done whatever he'd been asked. He'd had time to put Max to bed with his wife, something he didn't often get home in time to do.
Now, instead of getting home late, he was leaving early; Jack had no intention of returning until he'd caught at least one of these damn intruders. He couldn't go to the Master empty handed. The people from the ship had had time to wander, and Jack had had time to track. It didn't take too long to find a trail and stick with it. Eventually, he found her: a pretty blond. He doubted she'd give him much trouble.
Jack took his time, making sure there wasn't an ambush laying in wait, before approaching. "Excuse me, miss," he said. Nothing wrong with a little cordiality before slapping someone in chains. Kept them from running.