Author's Notes:
I think this is the eighth psrt of the Drone Series for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100. I have one more part written, which means I need to write some more...

Summary: The team arrive on the scene to take Hart into custody.

“Tosh, when we modify the drone we’re adding a laser, maybe a machine gun,” Ianto told his friend as he glared at his screen.

Tosh kept her head down, hiding her smile.

“The laser’s a possibility; a machine gun wouldn’t be practical, it would add too much weight.”

“Pity. How long ‘til we get there?” That question was aimed at Jack who was driving, staring grimly ahead.

“Five minutes. Hang on to your seats, this could get a bit rough,” Jack replied, hitting the flashing lights and stamping on the accelerator.

No one complained; they all had scores to settle.


The SUV screeched to a halt and the team piled out, surrounding Hart, their guns aimed at various parts of his anatomy. Hart didn’t seem the least bit perturbed.

“Well, if it isn’t team Torchwood, been wondering when you’d show up. Figured that must be yours.” He pointed up at the drone, where it was still hovering above, recording the scene, then turned to Tosh. “Nifty little toy, you make it?”

Tosh nodded.

“With Ianto’s help.”

“Eye Candy? Huh, never figured you’d have brains as well!”

Jack shoved Hart against the wall.

“Owen, frisk and cuff him. Don’t be gentle.”

TBC in ‘Questions’