Jack only sat back, hands crossed over trouser button, and watched the boy attempt to summon his vortex. That was certainly an ability that Gabriel didn’t have. In fact, Jack knew that Gabriel didn’t develop his ability until he was in adulthood, or at least had not been tempted by it to sneak out and find others like him to use their abilities for himself. And he didn’t recognize the boy with him at all, the one with eyes that could only be remarked upon as soulless. Jack might not believe nor disbelieve in souls (it didn’t matter to a man who couldn’t die), but he didn’t like the feeling the somewhat stockier kid gave off.
“That might be our fault,” Jack mused, which immediately made that dead-eyed kid step in front of the other boy. Protective. Interesting. He waited for any particular sign that he was going to attack, and when he didn’t, Jack simply stayed where he was and glanced up at Jim to stop him from freaking out. The man at the table next to him was someone Jim would very likely do the same thing for, after all.
That put Jack in a bad position.
“This facility is called the Torchwood Institute.” He was going to leave off the Time Agency bit. “We’re currently experiencing a lockdown. There’s a dampening field in the facility preventing comings and goings by vortex. I’m not really sure how you got here, but hey, it helps up with our troubleshooting later. So you’re hung—“
The other boy suddenly spoke up, interrupting. “What the fuck, man?! We didn’t ask to be here!” Sorry Sylar. Luke didn’t take threats well, even when there weren’t threats at all.
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“That might be our fault,” Jack mused, which immediately made that dead-eyed kid step in front of the other boy. Protective. Interesting. He waited for any particular sign that he was going to attack, and when he didn’t, Jack simply stayed where he was and glanced up at Jim to stop him from freaking out. The man at the table next to him was someone Jim would very likely do the same thing for, after all.
That put Jack in a bad position.
“This facility is called the Torchwood Institute.” He was going to leave off the Time Agency bit. “We’re currently experiencing a lockdown. There’s a dampening field in the facility preventing comings and goings by vortex. I’m not really sure how you got here, but hey, it helps up with our troubleshooting later. So you’re hung—“
The other boy suddenly spoke up, interrupting. “What the fuck, man?! We didn’t ask to be here!” Sorry Sylar. Luke didn’t take threats well, even when there weren’t threats at all.