The Torchwood hub was in its usual bustle-and-motion.
A new day, a new disaster. This one had already left Gwen with a bandage on her forehead, Tosh with her harddrives nearly wiped clean, and Ianto with so much clean-up work he doubted he'd sleep for a week. Jack sat at the head of the conference table, his arms crossed.
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Cut for Spoilers to Torchwood 2.07, 'Dead Man Walking'. )
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