Naturally, once the decision was made to field test the drone, the Rift decided not to cooperate. There wasn’t so much as a hiccup from it for five long days; the team was left twiddling their thumbs, waiting for something to happen.
Jack was happy though, practising with the manual controls. Not that he actually needed the practice. Ianto suspected that was just a convenient excuse to spy on the team, or rather, on Ianto himself. He refused to give Jack the satisfaction of startling him and kept track of the drone’s whereabouts at all times.
Or so he thought.
Ianto stripped off his overalls after cleaning the cells and stepped into the shower; the alien they’d brought in last week smelled dreadful, it would be a relief to wash away the stink.
The shower room door was locked for privacy, the noise of the water cascading over him effectively drowned out other sounds; knowing that no one would hear him, Ianto started singing.
Belting out his favourite song, he turned around and there was the drone, hovering outside the shower.
Fuck! Jack must have flown it down here before Ianto arrived!
He was SO going to pay for this!
TBC in ‘Field Testing Begins’