Out on a Weevil hunt [for slayers_desire]

[fractured_agent]

Cardiff at night is a very different beast than it is during the day. The streets are mostly empty of people, the lights around the city staying lit despite the absence, and the sound of the sea is ever so slightly louder without the noise of traffic to drown it out.

Jack is alone in the Hub as usual, monitoring the Rift while the rest of the team sleep at home. He looks up at the sound of Mainframe's chime, and gets up to look at the readouts. "Weevils on the loose, huh?"

Hunting Weevils alone is generally dangerous, and while Jack doesn't fear death at their claws, it would be rather inconvenient. Fortunately, he knows just who to call.

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[slayers_desire]

She shivers slightly. She doesn't like to think about people who suffered that sort of death.

"There has to be a way to stop them..."

[fractured_agent]

Jack spreads his hands a little, indicating his helplessness. "We can't control the Rift, so we couldn't send them home even if we knew where they come from. Most of the time they leave people alone, it's just times like these where it becomes a problem."

[slayers_desire]

"You do have a good team to handle the problems. At least theres that..."

[fractured_agent]

He's become hardened to it over the years, but he can tell it really bothers her. "Maybe with you helping us delve into the hivemind, we can get some clues on how to manage them better."

[slayers_desire]

The thing that bothers her the most is because this is such a common occurance, that it doesn't really effect Jack anymore.

"That would be great. And I am sure with the group of them... I will get a better feel of their hivemind."

[fractured_agent]

They get back to the Hub, and lock the other Weevil up next to the others. Jack begins to get the tagging equipment together so they'll be able to track and study each of them after they're released.

The Weevils are still cowed by the scent of the vampire, and a bit upset that they can't be closer to each other, but at least they're in the same area now.

[slayers_desire]

"They want to be closer to each other." April mentions to Jack, backing away from the cells so her scent doesn't upset them as much.

[fractured_agent]

"I can understand that," Jack says, a little sympathetically. A species with the sort of community that Weevils have would probably be most upset by being alone. "But we can't put them all in a cell together. Too hard to control once we go to set them free."

[slayers_desire]

April finds a place to sit down, opening her knapsack to pull out her thermos. "Where are they released?"

[fractured_agent]

"From what we can tell, there aren't any factions or family groups among them, so we just find a group and release them nearby." He approaches one of the cells and takes some readings with his wristcomp.

[slayers_desire]

April quietly drinks her blood, refreshing herself from the fight, as Jack takes his readings. She takes this opportunity to tune into the Hivemind again.

"Too bad they can't be kept in one area."

[fractured_agent]

He pauses a moment, and looks over at her. "You mean like a zoo?"

[slayers_desire]

"I think that a more an accurate reference would be Weevil sanctuary..." Mostly said because zoo means cages, and people coming to look and gawk.

[fractured_agent]

He likes that terminology better too, for similar reasons. "Maybe one day we'll have something like that. But I don't think it'll be Torchwood who makes it." He says that with a hint of regret. His team is far too busy managing the Rift to implement something on that scale, especially with no extra funding.

[slayers_desire]

"The path for your team lies with the Rift. But maybe someone will find a solution."

[fractured_agent]

He nods. "Official first contact happens in the twenty-first century, so Torchwood's era of secrecy won't last forever."

[slayers_desire]

"That must be a little confusing at times..."

[fractured_agent]

Jack moves along the cells, continuing to scan the Weevils, one at a time. "What makes you say that?"

[slayers_desire]

"That you know the future, but can't tell the others."

[fractured_agent]

Jack chuckles a little, and uses a thin probe-like instrument to reach through the holes in the cell and inject a tiny computer chip into one of the Weevils. "That's not so hard. I've been practicing safe time travel for most of my life, and that's really saying something. Besides, whenever I do say anything, they don't believe me anyway." He likes to keep them guessing, and that certainly helps. Mental stimulation is good for the team, even when it confuses them.

"Besides... they already know that this century is when things are going to change. That's a matter of Torchwood record." Though his tone is still light, there's a hint of something darker behind it, some demon from his past.

[slayers_desire]

April doesn't press on the sense of darkness behind the comment. She figures Jack will talk about it, when he is ready.

"You remind me so much of Clark sometimes. With everything you do, to maintain leadership over your team."

[fractured_agent]

"Wow, that's quite a compliment."

[slayers_desire]

"And you are pretty adorable too.."

[fractured_agent]

"I do my best." He flashes her a grin, then continues tagging the Weevils. The creatures growl at him, and scratch at the injection site, but it doesn't really hurt them.

[slayers_desire]

"Is there anything you need help with?"