“What a waste of time,” Jack grumbled.
“Not a complete waste. At least now we know the drone’s effective in the field,” Ianto pointed out. “There’re some modifications we might want to add…”
“We’re still not installing a machine gun,” Tosh told him.
“I was thinking more along the lines of some kind of stealth capability so it won’t be spotted by the wrong people.” Ianto looked straight at Hart.
“I’m hurt.” Hart attempted a wounded puppy expression. It was nowhere near as effective as Jack’s.
Jack glared at him.
“Shut up. Haven’t decided what to do with you yet.”
With the Wisp gone and nothing left for the team to do, they made their way back to the SUV, taking Hart along with them. None of them trusted him left to his own devices; it seemed altogether safer for all concerned to have him where they could keep a close eye on him.
Tosh landed the drone, powering it down before loading it in the boot. She was pleased with the field test; it had gone better than she’d hoped and they’d even collected data on a previously unknown alien.
The only fly in the ointment was Captain Hart.
TBC in ‘Options’