"Why so much?" Mohinder had learned to be skeptical beyond just scientifically. He'd been beaten and used and hurt badly enough that he was almost touch shy to these companies. "What do you want from us?"

Jack had given much the same speech to a hundred before Mohinder. He would give it to a hundred after too. Closing the file, Jack smiled. It was hollow but mohinder couldn't read him that well. Gabriel, who had given those same smiles, would know it far better than his boyfriend. "The average life expectancy for a Torchwood Agent is forty or a decade of service. Whatever comes first. You're compensated for risking your life just being in the Hub, before you're sent on any missions. You might not be a field man, doctor. But you will be exposed to likely toxic alien biology on a regular basis. Your pay is to give you a good life while you're here, saving the future of humanity. Gabriel's is to make sure he enjoys yours while you are with us."

There wasn't an ounce of candy coating there. The two had a choice to make now.