Gwen is waiting in the lobby of the Kashtta for Sam and Owen to get back. There might also be a Tosh hovering somewhere in the vicinity, sitting by the receptionist's desk with her laptop... just in case she's needed for anything ( Read more... )

Thane is on the pier, hunting rifle on his back, staring out across Lake Michigan and not caring too much that he's in sight of all sorts of CCTV. No one tends to come up to him when he's so obviously armed like this, not even police - and if police do decide to make this their problem, he'll either shoot them or teleport out. Or one, then the ( Read more... )

Beyond having occasional chats with alien lifeforms, Marshall has mostly been holed up in his usual spot inside the CCTV room, keeping track of everything he can possibly think to keep track up and trying to avoid thinking about how hopeless this situation has gotten, because Marshall J. Flinkman does not dwell on hopelessness. At the moment, ( Read more... )

[[Yeah, I'm lame and forgot to do this at the right time ( Read more... )

John Thane is prowling, with the sort of half-sated hatred that really just has him on the lookout for something fun. He's in a comparatively good mood, not that it makes him much nicer - he's still got the same hunger for pain as always, but it's not running on anger right now. It's just... how he operates. How he interacts. Take, hurt, break ( Read more... )

In the Kashtta Tower, people are doing things.

Gene hasn't been holding his lion-shaped vigil over Sam for a while. Partly due to the lovely argument he had with Miss Costello, who might just be spokeswoman for the Sopping-Knickers Club when it comes to Jack Harkness. Partly due to the rescue attempt that wasn't. Partly due to the fact that he's ( Read more... )

There's a flare of light in one of the rooms of the Kashtta. Sam's office, to be precise. No one outside the room would notice, unless they happen to be sensitive to certain types of energy.

Inside the room, Sam had been searching the journals. He starts to reach for his gun, but Hart has a gun trained on him before the teleport's even finished, ( Read more... )

Gwen is marginally calmer now. She's made herself coffee - which is not Ianto's coffee, but caffeinated and that's what matters now, and she's not going to think about where Ianto is or what happened to him just now - and she's gone and hit things (possibly just a wall) without seriously injuring herself any further in the process. Now she's in her ( Read more... )

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, ( Read more... )

Two black SUVs pull up in front of the Kashtta, one following directly behind the other. Gwen's driving the first, with Tosh in the seat beside her, Sam in the back. Suzie's driving the second, Maya's body in the back. It's not as if Torchwood's never transported a body in the back of one of their SUVs, it's just usually not human, or at least not ( Read more... )