“Report for work first thing tomorrow,” he’d been told.
Ianto straightened his tie, stepping into the Tourist Office. Harkness was waiting for him.
“This way, Jones.”
Along a corridor, down in a lift, through a cog-shaped door and he was in.
“Okay everybody, meet Ianto Jones; he’s here to keep us organised. Jones, meet the team. Our medic, Owen Harper.” A weasel-faced man nodded at him. “Tech genius Toshiko Sato.” A pretty Asian woman smiled shyly. “Last but not least, my second-in-command Suzie Costello.”
Hard, suspicious eyes. She might be a problem. Only time would tell.
Ianto smiled politely.
A/N2: Title used was ‘How I Met Everyone Else’