Author's Notes:
What's this, the ninth part of the Drone Series? Well, anyway, it's another drabble pair for Challenge 315 – Drone at tw100. The neverending story continues...

Summary: The questioning begins, but Hart’s answers aren’t what the team were expecting.

With Hart relieved of the weapons the drone had detected and securely cuffed, Jack holstered his Webley, standing before his nemesis, arms folded over his chest.

“What d’you want, Hart? Didn’t I make myself clear enough last time you were here? You’re not welcome in my city, Cardiff’s barely recovered from your last visit.”

“Hey! I already said I was sorry; wasn’t exactly given a choice y’know. Thought we’d made our peace over that.”

“Only on the understanding that you’d leave and never come back,” Jack snapped. “What’s important enough to bring you back to earth?”

“Back? I never left!”


“Never left? What’re you talking about? We got a Rift alert, and here you are.”

“Oh, I’m here alright. Picked up the alert on this.” Hart held up his wrist strap. “Thought I’d stop by, see what was goin’ on, maybe lend a hand. Got here just ahead of your busy bee there.” He gestured in the general direction of the hovering drone without bothering to look.

“You didn’t come through the Rift?” Tosh asked.

“Nah, don’t need the Rift for short hops planetside, the teleport function’s enough.”

“So if it wasn’t you, what caused the Rift spike?” asked Ianto.

TBC in ‘Answers’