A bullet in the head, now he's dead, a friend of a friend someone said...

[astrongerbeacon]

The archangels left the hotel with fifteen. They're returning with two, just Martin and a traumatized little archangel who may have killed half her team while trapped in a room of death. Neither of them are actually injured, much, but they look like hell anyway

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[thrillofthekill]

Vincent hasn't heard shit about the mission, mostly because they went in radio silent and he was out most of the day with Taylor, but there's been an ominous sense of foreboding hanging over everything, which is why he's been pacing near the elevators for almost two hours, hoping someone would eventually come down and set his mind at ease.

But when only two of them emerge from that elevator, looking about as shaken as some of his kids in some of the worse wars he's fought in, his heart stops. There's only one definition for that sort of look and he knows without having to ask that no one's following.

He walks up slowly, the picture of a serious commanding officer and not someone who just wants to beat his fists against a wall until something- either the wall or his hand- breaks. "What happened?"

No build-up, no bullshit, no nothing. Just the facts.

[astrongerbeacon]

"Everyone else is dead," Martin says flatly, looking up to meet Vincent's eyes. "They knew we were coming. Jack Harkness was there, with a couple demons..." He doesn't know how to explain how things turned into such a disaster, except that at a certain point, with most archangels, there's no way to stop until the battle's over. "They let us go."

[thrillofthekill]

Vincent bites back a growl. Harkness wasn't supposed to be there- that much he knows, and Torchwood wasn't supposed to know they were coming, which, really, makes him sick to his stomach. To be honest, he's not sure where he stands on his opinion of this matter. He's been looking at it strategically ever since Romana proposed the idea, because otherwise, he'd go insane.

"Thirteen archangels and they spared two. Ain't they the picture of mercy?" He's not happy about it. He doesn't care that it was wrong to send them into Torchwood in the first place. Those were some of his kids.

God. Georgia.

And to think, if she had stayed, if she had been an archangel, it could have been Tay in there.

"They knew you were coming?" It's not really a question, because they had to know. He's getting as much confirmation as he can. If anyone's taking this to Romana, it's going to be him.

[astrongerbeacon]

"Light all on the first floor. Dark on the second. Gunmen and a fucking velociraptor on the balcony. Yeah, I'd say they saw this coming." That might almost be sarcasm, but his tone isn't so much sarcastic as just... dead. "Supposed to give you a message. They won't retaliate, and we're letting us make arrangements for the... For the bodies. As long as we don't bring the war to them." Again.