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[cjharkness]

Location: All over the place, then wandering the city

Comments

[doc_harper]

*laughs when he gets the e-mail*

To: Torchwood E-mail Group
From: Harper, Owen
Subj: RE: CCTV and YOU!

How horrible. Whoever did this really needs to learn a lesson or two about manners. I mean, that's like if somebody went and had sex on my lab table. Total violation of personal space.

-Owen

[doc_harper]

*raises an eyebrow* You don't think she's a capable leader?

[cjharkness]

No, I'm sure she will be. But she's still got a lot to learn. I mean, let's face it, I've been doing this job a hell of a lot longer than the rest of you and I still screw up. *shrugs* Her chances are just that much higher, it comes with the inexperience.

[doc_harper]

*nods* Well, it's not as if she'll be completely on her own, either.

[cjharkness]

No. *pulls a pen out of his pocket and tugs a napkin over and starts scribbling on it* So here's how I envision it. Gwen will take over in Cardiff. She needs a medic and a techie, and I'd like her to have another trained agent, but that's not necessary. We keep the bare-bones team here, mostly trainees, I'll teach em the basics. She and her team will handle most cases on her own but if there's anything that gets completely out of hand, I can come help. *looks a little worried* And.. you know. All of her team can keep an eye on her, in case anything happens like with Suzie. *looks at his scribbly diagram* It's settled. You and Tosh will go with her, but there's nothing to stop you from spending your spare time on Ophara.

[doc_harper]

Right. Right, well, I'll leave you to that, then. *stands* Unless there was something else?

[cjharkness]

Want a spaceship ride? *waggles his eyebrows*

[doc_harper]

*crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow* Real or metaphorical?

[cjharkness]

*pats his pockets* I left my LSD in my other coat. So, I guess my only option is real.

[doc_harper]

*snort* Alright then. You going to teach me, or just giving the tour?

[cjharkness]

Yeah, I'll start to teach you. It's really not that hard to fly, it's just learning how to read all the information. *bounces to his feet and tosses what's left of the bag of crisps, heading off in a direction*

[doc_harper]

*jogs to catch up* So where is it? What kind of ship is it? *tries his best not to sound over-eager*

[cjharkness]

It's in a shipyard a couple minute's walk from here. It's a Soma X-class PTC, which of course means nothing to you. *grins* It's the airborne equivalent of the SUV. Large enough for six people, fast and powerful enough to get the job done.

[doc_harper]

Well, at least it's not the airborne equivalent of a minivan. *chuckles* PTC...Personal...transportation craft?

[cjharkness]

Personal Transport Cruiser. *chuckles* No minivans. *wanders through a shipyard full of all sorts of different ships, leading the way to a sleek yet somewhat bulky black ship with the TW logo emblazoned inconspicuously on the side* *pulls a little clicker thing from his pocket and clicks it at the ship, and a ramp lowers* *overdramatic gesture* Your chariot.

[doc_harper]

*grins widely and walks up the ramp*