He’d thought the day couldn’t get any worse. Turned out he’d been wrong.
A routine raid on a warehouse believed to be housing alien artefacts had resulted in the entire Torchwood team being knocked out by some sort of gas. They’d regained consciousness handcuffed together, their ankles tied and their comms gone.
That had been bad enough, but while they were trying to work out how to get free, the doors burst open and in walked the police.
Jack plastered on his best smile, inwardly cursing fate.
“Detective Swanson! Looking as lovely as ever!”
“Oh, this is priceless!”