Weevils And Aliens And Tech; OH MY!

Undercover

ʌndəˈkʌvə,ˈʌndə-/

Adjective

Involving secret work within a community or organization, especially for the purposes of police investigation or espionage."an undercover police operation"

The mission was simple - keep a low profile while scouting out an array of specifically named clubs in the central part of Cardiff, locating the low density energy source that had recurrently made its presence known. The team were to split into pairs while tech expert, Toshiko Sato, stayed back within the solace of the hub tracking its movements.

"Tosh! Tell me you've got something?" tapping the Bluetooth device sitting within his ear Jack backed himself into a corner, tearing himself away from the thumping bass tracks and sweat slicked bodies writhing with uncapped energy.

"Re-collaborating the signal with your current positions and it appears to have stopped inside 'Exit Club' on Charles Street. Owen and Ianto are minutes away just entering 'Club X'. They'll need to hurry Jack, the cause of the signal isn't known for hanging around."

"On it, Ianto! Owen! -"

-Later That Same Evening-

The holding cell measured six by eight, yet appearing compact by the collective shadows cast upon the concrete flooring. Their only exit was their only entrance, a solid door with locks sitting on the outside.

With his legs tucked tightly against his chest, the young archivist dropped his glance studying the blandly lit surroundings from the ground up. The night had hardly turned out in his favour, and the shooting pain across the side of his face was a clear indication that he'd be sporting and impressive bruise within the next few hours. From the get go of this morning, all Ianto had thought about was the stew he'd left gently simmering in the slow cooker, the chilled beer taking the edge off the stress he carried and the sensation of heated water caressing his fatigued limbs willing him into a peaceful slumber.

"What a bloody night, should have known Jack would have played a stunt like that..." Pacing fiercely back and forth Owen scowled his glance rapidly shifting around the small room "...I mean a gay bar, a bloody gay bar. Not that I'm apposed to that type of life style but when I'm working it's ... Ianto?! Are you even listening to me?"

"I'm pretty sure everyone heard you, Owen, just as I'm sure I heard your knuckle crack when you punched me in the face." The younger agents deadpan tone only seemed to further ignite the temper surrounding the medics tone.

"Consider that a lesson in personal space." Spat Owen.

"Then I wouldn't be doing my jobs worth as a field agent if I left you in some brawl, even though it was /you/ who started it."

"Always with excuses and just where is Harkness anyway? You'd have thought he'd be at least trying to bail us out."

"He's possibly using this as some kind of team building excuse or punishment." Ianto's finger tips soothingly noted the swelling around his eye, keeping his expression neutral as he glanced back towards his cell mate. "Punishment seems more fitting."

"Aww give it a rest will ya, it's not like you had anything planned before all this. Picking up your suits from the dry cleaners, serving us lot coffee while we get on with the important aspects of the job, then hiding away with your files before a quick cleanup before leaving. Explain to me the difficulty in all that."

Outside the sun was making an early rise, spreading its rays over the council housing while peaking it's way over the short storey flats. Ianto winced as his chest painfully tightened, his fingers rhythmically brushing over the partial crease remaining in his suited trousers whilst his gaze aimlessly searched the tarnished concrete walls.

"Look Ianto, I'm sorry I didn't mean-"

"You did, or you wouldn't have said it. You're just voicing what everyone else is thinking." No emotion carried within the younger mans fluent Welsh accent as the words simply tumbler without recognition.

A loud pounding at the door stole them away from their thoughts as a bold American voice boomed through the central slot. "Hey kids, your prestigious captain has come to your aid!"

"What took you so long" Owen enquired.

"Turned out, the device we were searching for - a stray cat had it tagged around its neck. Man those things are quick." Thedoor squeaked open following the click of the key falling into place. "Ianto? You okay?"

"Still fit for duty sir."