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torchwoodinstitute2015-12-02 03:16 pm
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Who: Kirk & Sesan
When: December 2
What: Be careful finding train fare just laying around.
Kirk and the pea coat he had on had started to merge. He wasn't sure how many days he spent at the station. They hadn't been able to get a good lockdown on when the artifact was suppose to show up, but the two week time frames lately were starting to get to him.
Now, it wasn't as if he couldn't go home when he wanted to, but the track record of the vortex manipulator a lately did actually kind of mean that he really couldn't go home when he wanted to actually. Not if he wanted to be able to complete his mission in a timely fashion as the manipulate had recharge rates and sometimes popped you too far ahead or behind of the target.
Two and a half hours after he'd gotten to the station that day, coffee finished and tossed out, Kirk felt his jaw drop. He knew that face. And he knew that face wasn't one that would know him either. It hadn't gotten easier with Gabriel, but at least they could nod and ignore one another.
"Just how many of you are there?" he muttered and went to get behind the familiar man waiting to use the turnstyle. So much for doing his job.
When: December 2
What: Be careful finding train fare just laying around.
Kirk and the pea coat he had on had started to merge. He wasn't sure how many days he spent at the station. They hadn't been able to get a good lockdown on when the artifact was suppose to show up, but the two week time frames lately were starting to get to him.
Now, it wasn't as if he couldn't go home when he wanted to, but the track record of the vortex manipulator a lately did actually kind of mean that he really couldn't go home when he wanted to actually. Not if he wanted to be able to complete his mission in a timely fashion as the manipulate had recharge rates and sometimes popped you too far ahead or behind of the target.
Two and a half hours after he'd gotten to the station that day, coffee finished and tossed out, Kirk felt his jaw drop. He knew that face. And he knew that face wasn't one that would know him either. It hadn't gotten easier with Gabriel, but at least they could nod and ignore one another.
"Just how many of you are there?" he muttered and went to get behind the familiar man waiting to use the turnstyle. So much for doing his job.