The team watched Jack pacing back and forth in front of their prisoner.
“What’re our options?”
“We can’t let him go, there’s no telling what he’d get up to,” Ianto sighed. “On the other hand, I doubt any of us like the idea of keeping him around.”
There were murmurs of agreement.
“If I can fix his VM, we could send him off-world,” Tosh suggested, glancing away from the drone’s readouts.
“We could lock him in with Janet, I’m sure she’d enjoy the company,” said Owen.
“Or I could just shoot him and be done with it.” Ianto sounded hopeful.
Hart listened intently as the team discussed his fate. It wasn’t encouraging.
“Hey, don’t I get any say in this?”
Jack spun around, glaring at his ex-partner.
“No. I don’t trust you as far as I could throw you.”
“But I’d make a great Torchwood agent!”
“What part of ‘I don’t trust you’ don’t you understand?”
“I could be useful! I’m fluent in alien languages, what I don’t know about weapons isn’t worth knowing, and I can teleport, reach Rift events even before your drone. I’d be an asset!”
“More like an ass,” muttered Owen.
“Come on, you need me!”
TBC in ‘Booted’