69 Memory Lane - Wednesday Afternoon
Jack had fiddled his security system to a standstill. There simply was no more fiddling to be done to it.
So, he needed something else to fiddle with, particularly since he'd blown through all the reports for the day and Ianto absolutely refused to play basketball with him. Jack felt this was unfair, Ianto felt Jack needed to get over himself and suggested Jack go find some traffic to play in.
Since Milieux lacked traffic, Jack decided to play with firearms instead. This involved cleaning weapons and making bullets. Activities he could indulge in while outside at the picnic table the previous owner had left behind.
Stripped down to a t-shirt, that was now covered in gun oil and grease, Jack had the Webley and a couple of shot guns and one automatic rifle in pieces across the table. He was currently adapting shot gun shells from ball pellets to rock salt. Not something he'd ever done before but he figured it wouldn't be all that tricky.
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So, he needed something else to fiddle with, particularly since he'd blown through all the reports for the day and Ianto absolutely refused to play basketball with him. Jack felt this was unfair, Ianto felt Jack needed to get over himself and suggested Jack go find some traffic to play in.
Since Milieux lacked traffic, Jack decided to play with firearms instead. This involved cleaning weapons and making bullets. Activities he could indulge in while outside at the picnic table the previous owner had left behind.
Stripped down to a t-shirt, that was now covered in gun oil and grease, Jack had the Webley and a couple of shot guns and one automatic rifle in pieces across the table. He was currently adapting shot gun shells from ball pellets to rock salt. Not something he'd ever done before but he figured it wouldn't be all that tricky.
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