Ianto ran through the dimly lit Hub, fleeing his pursuer, breathless but keeping far enough ahead to be out of immediate danger.
Ducking around a corner and up a flight of stairs, he took a second to check his weapon; as he’d suspected, he was out of ammunition. He had to keep moving, find somewhere to reload. His pursuer had him at a disadvantage.
Down a corridor, round another corner… Damn, he’d run right into a trap!
His pursuer fired, hitting him squarely, then fired again.
Ianto stood dripping, glaring at Jack.
“Cheat! You should only have one water pistol!”