it's hunting season urbanized i / wish i could be there

[john_thane]

At oh-dark-thirty on a quiet Saturday morning, when even Chicago is half-asleep, the bars emptied out and the graveyard shift still hours from its finish, two Time Agents teleport into the lobby of the Kashtta Tower in a molten flare of light.One of them, with all the air and flamboyance of a king, releases his companion's hand and steps forward,

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[lovesxbitch]

This is the man Hart remembers, and while Thane may be deadly serious, Hart is grinning. In a dangerous, expectant way, but grinning nevertheless, as he circles the lobby slowly and ends up with his back against a wall, arms folded over his chest, just waiting.

"Not even a little," he says cheerily. "Can't wait to see their faces." He glances to the stairs, still with a smirk, and just waits.

[torchwoodsheart]

In their separate rooms, Tosh and Gwen wake up immediately at the voice booming over the PA system, familiar and unsettlingly unfamiliar at the same time. Gwen freezes for a second, just lying still with eyes wide while her heart pounds in her chest; Tosh, in a room not far away, sits bolt upright.

"Attention... Torchwood employees."

For a second, Gwen's seeing explosion after explosion tearing through her city, she's cocking a gun and pointing at someone's head... For just a heartbeat, Tosh is staring at schematics and readouts, Tosh is bleeding and it won't stop...

The voice continues, and they snap back to reality. This universe, here and now, and that's Jack's voice.

The two of them tumble out of their rooms almost at the same time, Tosh in a nightgown and slippers, Gwen barefoot in pyjama pants and a loose T-shirt, both with guns in hand. "Gwen-"

"I know." Gwen swallows hard, adjusts her grip on her gun, and starts down the hall ahead of Tosh. "Just... stay behind me. And be careful." You've got something very angry floating

[john_thane]

Thane steps forward as they come down, flipping out his psychic paper because of course Harkness wouldn't have his Agency idents. Well, fuck him, and his little team, too, and aren't they just precious in their nightclothes. Then, maybe it's no surprise if he went for the pretty, useless ones. Though as for uses Thane could think up...

"John Thane, Time Agency," he says, and even with a psychic rating hovering down around naught-over-null, he pushes meaning into the paper rather than letting it passive-scan. He eyes them, making it very clear that he's taken into account everything they have on them - not a difficult task, given that they're not exactly dressed in BDUs. "You can call me sir, Instagur, or Agent Thane. And I suppose you would be Torchwood."

His hands are in his pockets, and he lets one side of his coat slide back over his thigh where the larger and more impressive of the guns Hart loaned him rests. Enough to give just a whispered hint of what's in store if they decide not to play along.

"Very nice to meet you

[torchwoodsheart]

Gwen clenches her jaw. Not even close to Jack, much as he looks and sounds like him. She glances over her shoulder to Tosh, and then starts down the stairs, gun still in hand - not like she'd have any place to put it away, dressed as she is, though she does lower it so it's not directly pointed at either of them. She's seen how fast Jack can move, what he can do to someone he wants to take down, and if Thane's anything alike, diplomacy is probably the way to go here.

She could use Sam right about now. Even Suzie, Suzie would be able to see... something. Though she's sure the rest of the team will be down before long, because none of them could have slept through that...

"And how can we help you, Agent Thane?" Gwen asks, her voice gone cold, a bit of an edge to the name. Tosh, following just behind Gwen and eying both of them in obvious deep suspicion, takes a quick stock of the various technology they have on them, at least the bits of it she can pick up with her Rift ability. It's not an encouraging array, compared to what