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gearsinplaceWho: Jack and Lucas
When: A few months after the whole Jack Swap debacle.
What: Routine Torchwood mission. Jokes, tragedy, ridiculousness. You know how it is.
"I really need a big, dramatic coat," Lucas observed, as they ran down the hallway of the warehouse. "They're so good for these missions."
So many of their missions involved repossessing an item out of time that shouldn't have been there in the first place, and half the time these involved them being chased. This time it was a small group of aliens called 'Terronites' that really wanted the…what was it again? The tribophysical waveform macro-kinetic extrapolator? Whatever. The item itself looked kind of like a surfboard, and Lucas was tempted to use his telekinesis to ride it. That would be dramatic.
He heard firing and a number of scorch marks appeared on the walls around them. Lucas zipped into a doorway nearby and pulled Jack in with him, telekinesis helping them both along. "They seem more mad than usual," he yelled, finding a flight of stairs and running down them. "Guess that means it's good we've got it."
When: A few months after the whole Jack Swap debacle.
What: Routine Torchwood mission. Jokes, tragedy, ridiculousness. You know how it is.
"I really need a big, dramatic coat," Lucas observed, as they ran down the hallway of the warehouse. "They're so good for these missions."
So many of their missions involved repossessing an item out of time that shouldn't have been there in the first place, and half the time these involved them being chased. This time it was a small group of aliens called 'Terronites' that really wanted the…what was it again? The tribophysical waveform macro-kinetic extrapolator? Whatever. The item itself looked kind of like a surfboard, and Lucas was tempted to use his telekinesis to ride it. That would be dramatic.
He heard firing and a number of scorch marks appeared on the walls around them. Lucas zipped into a doorway nearby and pulled Jack in with him, telekinesis helping them both along. "They seem more mad than usual," he yelled, finding a flight of stairs and running down them. "Guess that means it's good we've got it."
