“What the hell are they?” Ianto gasped, ducking as another whizzed past his ear.
“No idea,” Jack replied. “They’re moving too fast, all I see is a blur!” Throwing himself to the ground as three more zoomed past, narrowly missing his head, he tugged at Ianto’s trouser leg. “Come on, it’s safer by the wall.”
Dropping to hands and knees, Ianto joined Jack, crawling quickly across the warehouse until they reached the wall.
They watched bright blurs zipping back and forth at alarming speeds until…
“Huh. Now we’ll never know.”
“Another Torchwood mystery!”