The long, exhausting chase ended in a rundown junkyard at the edge of town, their quarry cornered amid piles of rusting metal.
Moonlight shone down on proceedings, lending everything an ethereal glow.
The Weevil snarled, swinging its head from side to side, looking for a way out but not finding one. Even so, taking it down was no picnic.
When they finally had it sedated and restrained, Jack turned to Ianto, smiling softly. “Not exactly the romantic dinner I’d planned.”
Ianto smirked. “Romance is overrated. Right now I’d settle for chips and a beer.”
Jack laughed. “Sounds like a plan!”