The boom of the Big Gun was deafening, and the recoil would have knocked Ianto off his feet if he hadn’t been prepared for it. The projectile it fired was a single armour-piercing grenade, but to be on the safe side, Ianto had aimed it straight down the creature’s throat. When the grenade exploded, so did the alien; even something so massive couldn’t survive that kind of destruction.
Ianto let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding, set the gun aside, and ran towards Jack, needing proof of his lover’s survival.
It’s a good day when nobody dies.