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.

Comments

[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?"

[fractured_agent]

"Not with this part," Jack says. "We'll be keeping them for observation for a few days before letting them go, or I'd ask you to help me move them out to a colony."

[slayers_desire]

"Well then... I am glad I was able to help where you needed."

[fractured_agent]

"Me too. I wasn't looking forward to getting mauled by Weevils again tonight." He still has the deep scratches across his chest, but they've already started healing.

[slayers_desire]

"It was really interesting for me. I enjoyed the hunt." A little too much.

[fractured_agent]

"You're always welcome to join us again," he offers. Having her help today was invaluable, and he really appreciates it.

[slayers_desire]

((thanks for the great scene))

[fractured_agent]

((Thanks for participating :D))

[slayers_desire]

((no problems. I had fun))