[Jack Harkness and John Hart: Captains]
Jack stepped out of the SUV and onto the Strip. Owen's coordinates had been dead on. Jack could almost taste the energy left hanging in the air from the fracture. He looked around, far enough down the Strip that there were no casinos. Just dive bars that advertised dancers of all levels of dress, tattoo parlors, and wedding chapels
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Owen Harper, M.D. We don't know dick all about him anyway. So there's really only one thing to do, isn't there?
Toshiko Sato *half-smiling* Find out?
Owen Harper, M.D. Nope! Get pissed because I'm out of ideas. *orders two more drinks*
Toshiko Sato Owen! *hits him and then looks away* You have to want to know. About this. About Jack
Owen Harper, M.D. *snorts cruelly* All we know about Jack could fit on a Post-it. We can't be detectives if we have no leads, can we? We're stuck in limbo. Like always.
Toshiko Sato I could track him. From when you dropped him off. Using the CCTV, Vegas has heaps of it
Owen Harper, M.D. I guess it's worth a shot. But Jack wouldn't just leave the feed if he's hiding something...
Toshiko Sato Owen, you can't just erase feeds and not leave a trace. Even if we can track what he deleted, we'll know something
Owen Harper, M.D. Yeah, yeah. Track it.
Toshiko Sato *intent on her work, pulls up a few screens, taps on her keys* There. It's started. It'll take a while.
Owen Harper, M.D. *with mock-enthusiasm* Which means I have time to get pissed, anyway! It's a good night. *sips at his lager*
Toshiko Sato *sighing, again* Yes, it means we can have a few drinks *sips at her wine* So. Tell me. was there anything strange about him? Jack.
Owen Harper, M.D. *looks at her like she's retarded* The fuck kinda question is that? He's always strange. *sighs, resignedly* A little, I guess. I could hear him accelerate when I told him.... something...
Toshiko Sato *ignoring the first, and picking up on the last* What? What did you tell him?
Owen Harper, M.D. *thinks. Really hard* That... it was temporal. Time and not space.
Toshiko Sato *drinks her wine slowly, nodding* Temporal. Alright
Owen Harper, M.D. *impatiently* Do you have the data yet?
Toshiko Sato *looking back* Dammit
Owen Harper, M.D. *laughs, not very sober* Strong language for a prude.
Toshiko Sato I am not... *gives up* He's deleted everything. But I can track his deletions. NOt well. At least I can get him down to a quadrant, where he went and where he is
Owen Harper, M.D. *sighs, with a noncommital wave* Carry on then.
Toshiko Sato *ignoring him* He's not far. We could walk if we wanted.
Owen Harper, M.D. *lifts a brow* How does that work? We've not seen him all day and he's, what, getting a drink?
Toshiko Sato I dont know. We're almost on top of him *looks about*
Owen Harper, M.D. *rolls his eyes* I bet whoever came through is the one of top of him. *looks about, as well, though*
Toshiko Sato OWEN!
Owen Harper, M.D. *grins. He can't help it. He so lives to make Tosh get all up-in-arms-y* Yeah, yeah. *sighs and finishes off his beer* Alright, let's go find him, then.
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