The first official chapter! Yay! The plot thickens so to speak.... I knwo this chapter is a bit on the short side, but the next one will be longer.
“Wolves? Are you sure?” Jack questioned
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“Wolves? Are you sure?” Jack questioned as he turned to one of the newest members of his Torchwood team. “Mickey, are you sure?”
“Yeah, it is weird. I asked them why they wanted us, but UNIT just kept on insisting the need for Torchwood aid and we all now how often that happens.” Mickey flipped a folder of paperwork onto the desk beside him.
The owner of the desk, Martha Jones, flipped through it curiously. She examined the papers inside, clearly as confused with the problem as her partners. “Why don’t they just call a bloody animal trainer? Alien wolves, really?”
“No, they aren’t alien according to reports...” Mickey continued as he accepted a coffee from the man beside him. “Oh, thanks man.”
“Welcome. I’ve never liked wolves. Not since that big bad one that ate little red riding hood’s grandmother,” Ianto commented as he passed another coffee mug to Jack.
Jack winked back as he accepted his cup. “Well, you just haven’t been reading the version I have then.” He took a sip. “I recall red satin capes, fangs and well placed pastries.” His grin caused a slight tinge of pink to grow in Ianto’s cheeks as he turned again to pass another mug to Martha.
“So, are they werewolves or what?” Martha took a sip of her own coffee as she spoke. “I mean, those exist don’t they? Like the founding of Torchwood and all that?”
“Yeah, but they’re not werewolves according to reports, right Mic?” Jack asked as he slipped one of the papers off of Martha’s desk for closer studying. “No sign of the royal family anyway.”
“Nope, just-” Mickey was cut off by an agitated yell from behind him.
“Wolves?! Bloody wolves?” The distinct noise of grinding machinery spread throughout the hub as Gwen entered, clearly a bit perturbed. “I was in the middle of something important with Rhys and you call me saying urgent and then it is just a zoo problem?”
“Oooh... What were we interrupting? And please don’t spare the details.” Jack questioned playfully as she entered the hub. That signature smile and swagger beaming away, his trademark still making her heart speed up just a bit.
“No, Jack, we were house hunting...” She made her way over to Martha’s desk, where the Torchwood team seemed to be currently huddled. “But seriously though, what could be happening with wolves that could constitute such an emergency?”
“UNIT said the information was too sensitive to send electronically,” Mickey replied.
“Which is government code talk for they don’t have a single clue and they need us to figure it out,” Jack cut in, tossing the paper he’d been looking at back on the desk. “They have absolutely nothing here at all.”
“Then I still don’t understand why they need us there?” Gwen gazed at the papers on the desk, when one photo caught her eye. “Hey, I mean I’m not an animal expert but why are the wolves in that shape?”
Jack snatched up the picture. “It doesn’t seem anything odd to me. A curved shape? Who knows.... Seems a bit random anyway.”
“Dunno, but maybe we aren’t seeing the whole picture?” Gwen took the picture from him for a closer look.
“Listen, I don’t understand why everyone is getting so worked up here!” Jack yelled in frustration. It couldn’t be anything; it all had to be nonsense.
“You’re the only one yelling Jack,” Ianto whispered quietly. Jack turned to look at him and he repeated again a bit louder this time, “You’re the only one getting worked up.”
“Yeah, like you said Jack, it is probably nothing.” Gwen shook her head and gave her teammate a comforting smile, a gesture he did not return. She turned to their two newest members for assistance, but both Martha and Mickey had suddenly taken an interest in the UNIT memos again, avoiding eye contact.
“Welll...” Jack looked away from his companions faces. “It does need looking into. I’ll take Mickey, Mickey you’re so fine here and we’ll go down there to check it out. See what else you lot can dig up.” he sighed and turned without another word, snatching his RAF coat off the hook as he walked ahead. He motioned to Mickey who soon joined him snatching his own jacket off of his chair.
When the two men got to the lift, the grinding machinery already preparing for the ascent, the Captain stopped and turned. His eye caught Martha’s just as he made to leave. A brief sense of knowing passed between them. But before any of the others caught on, it was gone.
“Wolves, huh?” Mickey didn’t look at his partner as they stepped off the invisible lift together out onto the walk just outside Millennium Stadium. It wasn’t so much a question as a statement; a statement that lead to more questions than either of the men cared to even attempt to fathom.
“Yeah... wolves.” Rain beat down as they made their way to the jeep. Only their footsteps and the constant water springing from the heavens even dared break the silence.
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