It really wasn't far at all to that particular bomb, so, by process of elimination, that left the Doctor that was stuck in a tiny robot to deal with it.
Right now, he's scurrying up to it, scanning anxiously for any lifesigns in the area. The one good thing about being so small is it makes one not terribly noticable. Good for getting around little annoyances like police blockades. And if anyone notices the little robot... Well, maybe they'll think he's one of those little remote control things that tends to be used when disarming bombs. Makes perfect sense, really.
So far, so good... No one around.
Now, then. Let's see what you've got in there. The scan narrows to the contents of the bomb. Oh, now that's clever. Nice and low-tech, and yet...
Thought vanishes as he starts processing all the information the scanner's relaying. He's almost got it...
Thane left little sensors with his little bombs. Low-tech, but they tell him if anything's going on, and when the first one starts going off, he teleports to the preprogrammed high ground above the bomb on the water tower. The place is nicely designed for this.
Except... there's not much going on here. Not until he flips up his rifle and looks through the scope, and...
Torchwood and their little toys. They want to play potshooting with remote devices, he can play.
It's near the bomb, but he's a good shot. There's one bullet squeezed off with a hunter's accuracy, catching the robot in the join between two legs and knocking it into the crenellations, sending what Thane assumes is the CPU flying and the robot body onto its back.
He watches it to make sure it's not moving, then teleports down. Grabs the body and sends it flying off the edge, and the CPU... well, that can just stay there, can't it? If Torchwood wants it, Torchwood can come up here and get it. He'll know if they decide to.
Re: 35 East WackeregyptiansoldierNovember 20 2008, 02:41:27 UTC
Daniel rather hastily parks the borrowed truck near the curb of 35 East Wacker, where the Chicago police have set up a perimeter to prevent clueless civilians from wandering into the danger zone. One of the officers looks up sharply at him as he approaches, and his face quickly shifts into alarm when he notices the Kevlar vest and multiple firearms. "Stop right there!" he shouts, drawing his gun and pointing it at Daniel's head. Daniel stops, keeping his hands away from the P90 on its strap around his neck and the Desert Eagle on his thigh holster, and stomps down on his impatience. He's just doing his job, as are all the other police officers who have decided pointing guns are a good idea. But right now their job is delaying his job, and at least he has a clue what's going on.
"Identify yourself immediately or we will open fire," the officer warns, sounding stressed.
Oh, if only you knew. "General Daniel Jackson, Egyptian Armed Forces," Daniel says, bringing out the General voice and looking the man straight in the eye. "I work
( ... )
The teleport takes Thane up onto the second tier of the staggered roofs, higher ground by far. Anyone shooting up at him would be shooting almost directly up, while he-
That's a gravitational effect graveticanomaly RIP THE PLANET INSIDE-OUT THAT'S WHAT TO DO that's the ONLY THING to do god why am i hearing them screaming
-he's in a perfect position to-
I can feel it i can feel it pulling me down if I just concentrate if I just shoot
-GodDAMNit!
He gets a bead on Daniel and pulls the trigger, but the bullet whips away into the gravity well. He doesn't have to be able to see it. He knew it would happen and should have compensated, should have weighed the twisting of space twisting of lives, all those lives and then nothing, the silence, was his home that silent like it never was never like
He jerks the barrel, puts Daniel between the sights and singularity, counts on-
this is it this is it it's the end of everything everything ends in fire it's ending i'm ending i'mHe doesn't know if he pulls the trigger or not. It doesn't
( ... )
Daniel can hardly hear a thing over the roaring of the miniature singularity as it hungrily devours everything nearby, and for a fleeting moment he wonders just how stable this building will be by the time he's through. And then there's a bullet whizzing past his head, eaten up by the black hole that's raging to go out of control and suck down the entire building but he can't stop, can't turn around and look because then it really would and he's just barely holding on as it is
( ... )
No one really wanted to involve Hart if they had a choice. ...They really didn't. Which is why Hart, Sam, and Sam's guardian angel are stepping past the police cordon now, looking - Sam can't help but note - absolutely nothing like anyone who ought to be dealing with bombs. But it's Chicago. Nothing ever makes sense here, so why should this?
Hart's got some sort of scanner in hand, one of the things he insisted on picking up before they left the TARDIS, and considering he's the one who might know how to disable the thing... Still, no weapons. No one is letting him go around armed.
"Nice of you to let me out of that box," Hart mutters, limping a little as he starts down a hallway. "Finally. Is that really all you're good for, Torchwood, finding people and locking th-"
"Shut up," Sam snaps. Hart's been going on for the entire time since Sam got him out of the room they'd locked him in the TARDIS, and Sam's patience is rapidly running out
( ... )
Mat, honestly, looks a bit surprised that Hart's speaking to him, and jumps a little. "Uh... W-well, he's really... not bad. When you're not... evil..."
Hart snorts a little. "Evil. When have I ever done anything evil?"
"You murdered a woman," Sam points out, growling a little, and Hart shrugs. Because that's not a big deal or anything.
"Once, and I think you all overreacted to that just a bit..." He turns a corner, and there's the bomb. Just sitting on the floor... waiting. He smirks a little and moves over to crouch down next to it, scanning it with the sonic device he picked up from the TARDIS. "He never did have any style with these things..."
"Do you think you can figure it out?" Sam asks, taking up a position a few steps from Hart, where he's got a clear view down the hallway in both directions. Hart glances up at him just long enough to give him a scornful look.
The options for bomb placement at the cloud Gate structure are more or less "under," "beside," and "on top of," and Thane has opted for "on top of." It's a good thing it's not a windy day.
An SUV pulls up to the police cordon around the gate, possibly faster than is really legal. In the SUV are Gwen, Marshall... aaand a desk that just so happens to be a sentient spaceship. It was a convenient shape for transport. Gwen, personally, would prefer if none of these people were anywhere near the bomb, but... well, you call in a bomb threat and people tend to insist on these things.
She doesn't even bother getting out of the car - she's spoken to a few angels in the police force, and a few words with one of them gets them through the cordon, as close to the statue as is practical, and then she steps out, eying the thing with a grimace. God, that thing is tall, and she's not even sure how they're getting up there to deal with it, considering none of them have a teleport. "He couldn't make it easy, no..." She glances to Marshall, and then to the back of the SUV where the TARDIS is. "Right. Any ideas?"
Marshall climbs out of the SUV and bites his lip as he stares up at the statue. Right, even if he could get up there to get to it, the chances of him knowing how to do anything given everything they know about them are slim, so that has him feeling a bit useless at this very second, but, hey, if the TARDIS can figure something out, then all will be well.
"Well, I guess if he made it easy on us, we'd have to worry if it was trap and then it still wouldn't be easy, and, really, it's just a vicious cycle." Not that this isn't practically a trap, but that's not anything he's going to think about.
He nods to the TARDIS, giving Gwen a rather pathetic face. "Let's, uh, just hope she has one. If she can tell me the details, then I can.. Probably manage something.. Although, that's a really... Really high climb and I don't think I can shimmy that..." He holds up a hand before Gwen can give him the Universal 'Marshall' Look, and... Just shuts up for now to see what the TARDIS has to say or do.
The TARDIS scooches out of the back of the SUV, scanning the sculpture with a psychic noise of unhappiness.
:: dimenstions{spatiophysical} == INCONVENIENT, :: she says. Especailly since nothing in her physical form has quite worked right since she came here, and... come to think of it, there might just be a little Chula paradox something in that sculpture making it difficult to scan around.
The TARDIS objects, and objects seriously, to the amount of Chula silliness going on here.
She considers for a moment, shifts into a palm tree, and transmits an unhappy :: !! >:C :: Tries the scan again, though her fronds are just below the top. ....
Well. She just needs a bit of a boost.
:: request(move(vehicle.human) =>location(adjacent.'CLOUDGATE')) ::, she transmits. It's inferior technology, but that doesn't mean it can't be useful.
In the Coffee Shop, the bomb is sitting on top of the counter like it's supposed to be there. Behind the counter, a lone barista has appropriated one of the seating area's chairs and kicker her feet up next to it, nursing a triple-chocolate-raspberry-avalanche mocha with whipped cream and sporting a look that says Well, this was always going to happen.
One of Torchwood's SUVs slows down and pulls to a stop outside of the coffee shop just long enough that a Time Lord and an angel can tumble out. The Doctor starts for the building, flashing psychic paper at the very nervous-looking police officers outside. Apparently they know the Coffee Shop by reputation, and anyone called to deal with a bomb threat in this particular location is perfectly justified and being nervous.
The Doctor stops just inside the doors - yes, bomb on the counter, but he can't help but notice that there's someone still here. "Er... you know that's a bomb right there, don't you?" So it's pointing out the obvious. She's the one sitting there not far from a bomb, just sipping her coffee like there's nothing wrong with this, so apparently she needs the obvious pointed out.
Lisle is so done with this. SO done with this. She's had it up to the roof with this place being the local hangout for crazy pyros, or whatever, and really? It's getting a bit unoriginal, from her perspective.
She looks up at the guy who's come in - and, yeah, he looks more like a crazy professor than a bomb squad guy. "Yeah, that's that they tell me," she says, not bothering to move her feet. "I was thinking of chucking it in the back under a trash can and a few bags of dry cement, but I suppose you're the sap they called in to deal with it? Have fun."
He steps a little further into the shop, tucking his psychic paper away as he does and searching for his sonic screwdriver. It's good to have his coat back. And his screwdriver. And... everything.
"You don't want to... I don't know... leave?" Really, he'll get around to dealing with the bomb in a minute, but why is she still in here anyway? If it does go off - unlikely, with him here, but there's a slim chance - he'd really rather not let it take out anyone but him. Well, and Charlie, but try telling him not to come along after everything.
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Right now, he's scurrying up to it, scanning anxiously for any lifesigns in the area. The one good thing about being so small is it makes one not terribly noticable. Good for getting around little annoyances like police blockades. And if anyone notices the little robot... Well, maybe they'll think he's one of those little remote control things that tends to be used when disarming bombs. Makes perfect sense, really.
So far, so good... No one around.
Now, then. Let's see what you've got in there. The scan narrows to the contents of the bomb. Oh, now that's clever. Nice and low-tech, and yet...
Thought vanishes as he starts processing all the information the scanner's relaying. He's almost got it...
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Except... there's not much going on here. Not until he flips up his rifle and looks through the scope, and...
Torchwood and their little toys. They want to play potshooting with remote devices, he can play.
It's near the bomb, but he's a good shot. There's one bullet squeezed off with a hunter's accuracy, catching the robot in the join between two legs and knocking it into the crenellations, sending what Thane assumes is the CPU flying and the robot body onto its back.
He watches it to make sure it's not moving, then teleports down. Grabs the body and sends it flying off the edge, and the CPU... well, that can just stay there, can't it? If Torchwood wants it, Torchwood can come up here and get it. He'll know if they decide to.
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No, this is not a happy Doctor at all. And this would be the time when the psychic shielding doesn't work, sending little distressed pings all over.
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"Identify yourself immediately or we will open fire," the officer warns, sounding stressed.
Oh, if only you knew. "General Daniel Jackson, Egyptian Armed Forces," Daniel says, bringing out the General voice and looking the man straight in the eye. "I work ( ... )
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That's a gravitational effect graveticanomaly RIP THE PLANET INSIDE-OUT THAT'S WHAT TO DO that's the ONLY THING to do god why am i hearing them screaming
-he's in a perfect position to-
I can feel it i can feel it pulling me down if I just concentrate if I just shoot
-GodDAMNit!
He gets a bead on Daniel and pulls the trigger, but the bullet whips away into the gravity well. He doesn't have to be able to see it. He knew it would happen and should have compensated, should have weighed the twisting of space twisting of lives, all those lives and then nothing, the silence, was his home that silent like it never was never like
He jerks the barrel, puts Daniel between the sights and singularity, counts on-
this is it this is it it's the end of everything everything ends in fire it's ending i'm ending i'mHe doesn't know if he pulls the trigger or not. It doesn't ( ... )
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Hart's got some sort of scanner in hand, one of the things he insisted on picking up before they left the TARDIS, and considering he's the one who might know how to disable the thing... Still, no weapons. No one is letting him go around armed.
"Nice of you to let me out of that box," Hart mutters, limping a little as he starts down a hallway. "Finally. Is that really all you're good for, Torchwood, finding people and locking th-"
"Shut up," Sam snaps. Hart's been going on for the entire time since Sam got him out of the room they'd locked him in the TARDIS, and Sam's patience is rapidly running out ( ... )
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Yes, Mat. Way to be.
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"You murdered a woman," Sam points out, growling a little, and Hart shrugs. Because that's not a big deal or anything.
"Once, and I think you all overreacted to that just a bit..." He turns a corner, and there's the bomb. Just sitting on the floor... waiting. He smirks a little and moves over to crouch down next to it, scanning it with the sonic device he picked up from the TARDIS. "He never did have any style with these things..."
"Do you think you can figure it out?" Sam asks, taking up a position a few steps from Hart, where he's got a clear view down the hallway in both directions. Hart glances up at him just long enough to give him a scornful look.
"Please. I'm good with bombs."
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She doesn't even bother getting out of the car - she's spoken to a few angels in the police force, and a few words with one of them gets them through the cordon, as close to the statue as is practical, and then she steps out, eying the thing with a grimace. God, that thing is tall, and she's not even sure how they're getting up there to deal with it, considering none of them have a teleport. "He couldn't make it easy, no..." She glances to Marshall, and then to the back of the SUV where the TARDIS is. "Right. Any ideas?"
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"Well, I guess if he made it easy on us, we'd have to worry if it was trap and then it still wouldn't be easy, and, really, it's just a vicious cycle." Not that this isn't practically a trap, but that's not anything he's going to think about.
He nods to the TARDIS, giving Gwen a rather pathetic face. "Let's, uh, just hope she has one. If she can tell me the details, then I can.. Probably manage something.. Although, that's a really... Really high climb and I don't think I can shimmy that..." He holds up a hand before Gwen can give him the Universal 'Marshall' Look, and... Just shuts up for now to see what the TARDIS has to say or do.
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:: dimenstions{spatiophysical} == INCONVENIENT, :: she says. Especailly since nothing in her physical form has quite worked right since she came here, and... come to think of it, there might just be a little Chula paradox something in that sculpture making it difficult to scan around.
The TARDIS objects, and objects seriously, to the amount of Chula silliness going on here.
She considers for a moment, shifts into a palm tree, and transmits an unhappy :: !! >:C :: Tries the scan again, though her fronds are just below the top. ....
Well. She just needs a bit of a boost.
:: request(move(vehicle.human) =>location(adjacent.'CLOUDGATE')) ::, she transmits. It's inferior technology, but that doesn't mean it can't be useful.
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The Doctor stops just inside the doors - yes, bomb on the counter, but he can't help but notice that there's someone still here. "Er... you know that's a bomb right there, don't you?" So it's pointing out the obvious. She's the one sitting there not far from a bomb, just sipping her coffee like there's nothing wrong with this, so apparently she needs the obvious pointed out.
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She looks up at the guy who's come in - and, yeah, he looks more like a crazy professor than a bomb squad guy. "Yeah, that's that they tell me," she says, not bothering to move her feet. "I was thinking of chucking it in the back under a trash can and a few bags of dry cement, but I suppose you're the sap they called in to deal with it? Have fun."
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"You don't want to... I don't know... leave?" Really, he'll get around to dealing with the bomb in a minute, but why is she still in here anyway? If it does go off - unlikely, with him here, but there's a slim chance - he'd really rather not let it take out anyone but him. Well, and Charlie, but try telling him not to come along after everything.
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