Looks like we're in for nasty weather, one eye is taken for an eye...

[definitivestep]

A black SUV pulls up in front of the gates to the Main Gauche. (It does not have the word "Torchwood" on the side of it, but that's possibly just a matter of time.) Sam doesn't even bother actually parking it anywhere in particular, just stops it there, jumps out of the car, and runs to the... closed and locked gates. "Damn

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[hymnsofgenocide]

Luckily(?) for Sam, Jeremy's out and wandering around, and he's not going to let little things like gunshot wounds stop him. So when Sam calls out, Jer saunters over, raising an eyebrow at Sam.

"Tyler. Didn't expect to see you here..."

No, he's not letting Sam in just yet. He's a shit. Also, cautious, and when Jack chided Sam about face-stealing people in front of him... Well, Jeremy does learn from others' mistakes.

[definitivestep]

Sam is not in a mood for this right now, but he manages to hold back a noise of frustration and rein his tone in to something polite, if a little strained. "I need to speak to Elashte or Jack. Would you mind letting me in?"

[hymnsofgenocide]

"Mmm. Love to, but one question first: what was Harkness chiding you about when we first met?"

Yes, he expects an answer, and the answer to that question alone would be the reason why.

[definitivestep]

Sam does growl now, rattling the gate again. "Oh, for..." He rolls his eyes, glaring at Jeremy like he's contemplating reaching through the gate to strangle him. "I didn't check that it was him and not Hart. Open the gate now, please." He grates out that last word, so it's more of an order than a request. But then, he can probably be forgiven for that. Archangels on their way to start a war will stress a person out.