PC Andy Davidson wasn’t under any illusions; he knew he was just an ordinary copper, one of many patrolling the streets of Cardiff. There was absolutely nothing that made him more important or more special than any of his fellow constables, which was why he was confused.
“Say that again?”
“Torchwood’s recruiting; are you interested? It’s a simple question, PC Davidson; all you have to do is answer yes or no.” Harkness stared him down.
“Are you kidding? Why would anyone say no? Of course I’m bloody interested.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. Welcome aboard; you’ll fit right in.”