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 -- Face Eaters --, Holborn, Kensington, Mara, Seth
Seth Ashbourne
Posted: May 13 2013, 06:45 AM


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The Japanese branch of Torchwood was a large and modern-looking building located in the middle of… nowhere, really. Prepared to be forgotten to the world, to any ordinary, untrained eye, it was simply one more two-stored construction; seemingly a modern office that might have easily belonged to some forsaken company of sorts to any passing eye.

To Seth Ashbourne, who had thrice been there already, it was quite the impressive facility dedicated fully to the experimentation of new technology and most alien discoveries. But the best part of this Torchwood branch, in Seth’s ‘humble’ opinion, just had to be its massive underground, structured in a way which truly resembled an indoor labyrinth, probably so that almost every experiment could be safely tested and conducted with as much secrecy as possible.

It had been quite shocking to find that this one branch had been affected in such a tragic way. Seth knew these people; all so very hard working and scrupulously devoted to their work. It was honestly hard to come to terms with the fact that they’d all been tricked to death by God knew what. Although it wasn’t exactly death, was it? About a week or so ago, Connor and his magical technology had been able to track and find every one of Torchwood’s occupants. Yes, that was the good news.

The bad one?

Every single one of them were brain dead.

Ooops there.

With one swift movement of hand, Seth closed the door of his black vehicle. The wind was fierce at this time of day, hitting his skin hard with a rather uncommon ferocious strength. Seth looked at the building with a neutral, almost inexpressive glare, while he inwardly wondered how on earth he had been talked into being a part of this ‘small’ field trip. This was a dangerous game to play, and he wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to take part in it. But of course, his presence was, to some extent, as they had phrased it, ‘strictly necessary’. Of course, the man was one of the very few, if not the only one, who could make his way around the interior of the building, and know exactly where he was –or even better: where the main exit entrance was located from there. Which was probably far more practical –if not straight damn useful- than knowing his way in.

Enveloped by the rather cold climate of the area, Seth started walking closer towards the eerie setting. No news there; he had come to Japan on his own. Since this type of improvised tasks didn’t usually fall anywhere near his to-do list (not anymore, anyway) and his agenda had a true potential to scare away a Minister or two, he’d had to work hard, supremely hard to fit in all that had been scheduled for these coming days into one previous week (preferably), then the week after –and it hadn’t been an easy task.

Ferocious wind notwithstanding, his generally well cared hair was now ruffled, flying every which way, gray-blue eyes enveloped by dark, bruised, tired skin, and the features that were… well, featuring his face were something children had nightmares of. Thankfully enough, his well cared, flawlessly ironed black Gucci suit was there to save the day, and make Seth look a little more presentable -perhaps a bit too presentable- for the task that was at hand.

But that wasn’t the point. Point was, that Seth was rather a bit exhausted that precise day. Perfectly accustomed to defined days as the time spent between periods of sleep, whether the sun rose or sank meant nothing to the man besides perhaps a small necessity to flick on a lamp or two during the night. So this day now was on its forty-third hour. Seth hadn’t been able to get some decent sleep during the flight, because he had brought with him some work that needed some serious catching up on the plane. And before getting himself a rented car, he’d had to make some business calls. And twice, he’d had to interrupt his voyage in order to answer the phone. A true miracle that he hadn’t arrived too late for the Torchwood gathering that was just then taking place just there and then.

As it turned out, some Torchwood members back home had been unable to attend, so his branch (Mara’s doing, probably) had been in charge of contacting other divisions to see if they could gather a fair number of people on such short notice for the expedition. Hell, if his memory wasn’t failing him, Seth had seen at least one person from Torchwood 21 enlisted, from the outer space division. Some kind of mission, this one promised to be.

A group of people had gathered around in front of the building –Seth silently prayed some people had yet to arrive. And when he reached them, he bowed his head slightly in salutation. ”Seth Ashbourne, Liaison. And only fashionably late” he added, having stolen a split second to glance at his watch.
Kensington Green
Posted: May 23 2013, 06:09 AM


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Kensington was half-paying attention to the work she was doing on her tablet PC and half-wondering whether or not her current situation counted as irony. She'd barely been a month on the station before being called back down to Earth to deliver something to UNIT, then immediately after that little adventure, she'd gotten a text from her brother saying to meet him down at 24 ASAP (the official call-to-arms came to her phone about ten seconds later). She knew that working for Torchwood would be far different from anything she'd imagined signing up for, but she hadn't been aware of how much a space station posting would have her on the ground.

Looking up from the files of the building schematics and security plans, Ken glanced at her brother beside her. He had paper copies of transmissions and data logs sent from the Japanese branch in the days leading up to their technological death and was looking for idiosyncracies or mistranslations from the original Japanese files to the English translation. She could tell he was nervous by the way his fingers were tapping out a steady, lightning-fast cadence on the paper. "Breathe, Hull," she muttered to him. He shot her a glance equal parts sheepish and sour. Ken rolled her eyes and went back to her schematics. A moment later it was her turn to be sour as the security protocol revealed itself to her...in Japanese. With a few taps on the touchscreen, she'd run the translating software and gone back to work. "You could've just asked me," her brother teased with a grin. Her only response was to roll her eyes again.

The newcomer - Seth Ashbourne, he proclaimed himself to be - took that moment to approach the group and introduce himself. As the other agents were busy doing whatever planning they thought was necessary, Ken and Hull were the only two people left to really give him a proper greeting. "Kensington Green, tech specialist for 21," she replied, looking up from her work and nodding. When Hull said nothing, she stopped tap-typing and raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh - uh - Holborn Green, linguist for 24. Nice to meet you," he said, holding out his hand. Ken suppressed a sigh as she resumed her tapping.

"I've been looking over the security protocol and building schematics," she continued, offering no further introduction or explanation. "This branch designed the security system for 21, so theirs is nearly identical, except it seemed they utilised a lot more alien tech for their system than they did for ours." She said this with no small amount of irritation. "As far as I can tell, the only things that could possibly cause a complete security blackout are one, an EMP, though it would have to be a real hell of an EMP; two, an internal power overload in one of the core computers, or at least one assigned specifically to networking; three, a virus or glitch in forementioned computers, though I can't think of anything that could possibly get through their firewalls; or four, and this is looking to be the more likely one...." She looked at the agent with undisguised worry. "Someone actually shut it off from the inside, like they were purposely cutting themselves off to contain a threat."

Ken shook her head to clear it, going back to her work. "Anyway, I've been trying to get through their security barriers so I can check out their data logs from the past few days - the ones they didn't pass on. Their security system is just close enough to 21's, alien technology nonwithstanding, that I should be able to use the same bypass and override codes to get through.

"That said," Ken continued, tapping one last command on the tablet screen before letting the machine do its work, "Maybe you can tell us what it is that turned an entire branch into a level of Resident Evil" She looked at Ashbourne rather expectantly; considering the fact that he had introduced himself as a liaison, she was guessing that if anyone had had contact with the Japanese Torchwood branch, it was him. Of course, he could just ignore her question and ream her out for rambling, but Ken was more concerned about a horde (thought that may have been a poor word choice) of agents suddenly going brain-dead and whether or not she and the others who had gathered there were in for the same fate.

((OOC: Sorry this is so late; I had to finish up schoolwork, pack, then fly back home, and I've only just de-jet-lagged. If there's anything I need to fix based on the new plot, just let me know.))
Mara Evans
Posted: May 23 2013, 04:10 PM


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This was possibly the most exciting – well, the only exciting – thing that had happened to Mara since she had come to Earth in the twenty-first century. Her job had taken her enough around the world, so at least she hadn’t had to stay still. That would have been the worst; a time agent stuck in one place for too long. Despite the fact that she could use her wrist strap, she tended to be extra careful when around Torchwood. She was impatient and short-tempered at times (more than she would ever admit, of course), but she wasn’t stupid.

She stood outside the building, satchel at her side. They had gotten the information that Torchwood 10 had gone completely offline recently, and the whole thing had been so outlandish that they had decided to send a team out to Japan just to check out the situation. With absolutely no way to contact them or to figure out what had happened, the physical presence seemed necessary. But Mara wasn’t so sure that things would be so easy once they got there. This whole thing reeked of something that had gone south. She didn’t know if they’d like what they would find once they had gotten inside. “Torchwood 10 is dead.” That very ominous message that had started all of this off. Just what exactly did it mean?

Turning to face the others, Mara ignored the few simple field workers and focused on the other specialists of importance that had been there. The blonde and her brother, those Green siblings. One of them had actually come in from Torchwood 21, the space station, at her brother’s request. She had seen him before in passing, but Mara really had few close co-workers within Torchwood and any of its components worldwide. Another man arrived in a dark car, and Mara recognized him as Seth. He had been there with Mara and the others when they had started speaking about the problem originally. As far as she knew, he was the only other that could get away from work to take part in this little expedition.

When they had gathered together, Mara inserted herself into the conversation, standing and listening as the one that had introduced herself as Kensington began to spout off the information she had found – what little actual information there was, anyway. Mara glanced at her as she asked about what had made this branch into what it had become. “Not sure if any of us can answer that,” she inserted. Flashing a tight smile, she went on. “Jayna Davis. Global Torchwood Relations. Point is, none of us would be here if we had found a way to know what had happened. The data says their team is brain dead – but what does that even mean? Are they alive? Simply unconscious? Being held captive? Even there?” She shook her head. “Something went wrong, and we won’t know until we go in.”

They’d have to figure this out the hard way – by putting themselves in danger as well. Who knew what they’d face in there? For all they knew, there wasn’t even anything inside. They could have been taken, the technology fudged… the possibilities really were endless. One of the soldiers walked forward from their little group off to the side. “If I may?” he asked, looking around at the group of specialists. Mara nodded him onward. “I’m Captain Ford. Our plans are to go in and split up the teams. We don’t know what sort of… security issues we’ll be facing.” Mara hardly needed to be told what he was talking about. Ford continued. “My team is ready to accompany each of you to a different place in the station. We have our orders, and are prepared.”

Setting her face grimly, Mara nodded at Kensington. “So those access codes, then. I think they’re our best bet. And then we can head on in and figure out what’s going on.” She glanced around at the little group. “Agreed?”
Holborn Green
Posted: May 25 2013, 08:22 AM


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Holborn was five seconds away from having a panic attack and running away screaming, though he tried desperately not to show it. This was his very first field mission. He suspected that the higher-ups didn't want his first mission to be so important, but Japanese was one of the languages Holborn spoke fluently, so he was the best one for the assignment. And his sister happened to be on Earth at the time to put in a good word for him...and get drafted into the mission as well.

Thankfully, the Japanese records and their mistranslations were holding all of Holborn's attention, so he only had to keep half an ear on the conversation. But the more he read, the more worried he became. In the days leading up to Torchwood 10's blackout (he hesitated to say death, as if avoiding the word provided a sliver of hope), there was no mention of anything strange happening - well, no more so than usual. A few Weevils were acting up, but other than that, all the reports summed up to "as usual." Until the day of the blackout. The last logged report was at 13:12 - something about an argument over the containment system. And then nothing. Whatever had happened, either they hadn't had the time or opportunity to record what was happening or send a message, or the blackout was instantaneous. Hull wasn't sure which possibility was worse.

He looked up from the records just long enough to see the new agent join them (ooh, relations; maybe she knew someone inside she could try and contact), but it was Captain Ford's words that made him abandon the records entirely.

"Wait, say that again?" he asked, not believing what he heard. Kensington, who had been about to agree with Jayna that it was a sound plan, shot him a mortified look while the Captain gave him a confused one.

"The plan is to split up the teams and - "

"See, it's the 'split up' that's not sounding like such a good idea, here."

Kensington stomped on his foot. "Could you maybe show an ounce of professionalism?!" she hissed.

"What? You said it yourself: it's like Resident...Evil..." Finally catching on to his immature faux pas, he desperately tried to come up with a save, inwardly berating himself. "O-k...look, does anyone have a map or building schematics or anything? Maybe Ken can rig up a way to track all the teams so we can see where we are, where we've been, and where everyone else is." He looked to his sister for confirmation, and she nodded in satisfaction. Only slightly relieved, he looked to the others to see what they thought.
Rebecca Ashbourne
Posted: Jun 3 2013, 09:00 AM


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Lillian was not a field agent. She had left the days of pounding tarmac behind her what felt like ages ago in favor of playing support, and now, now that she was rusty she was back in the field. Needless to say, Lillian was not pleased at this turn of events.

Not that Pete had made her go along on the Japan trip. He hadn’t pushed her to do much of anything, which was nice and strange and made Lillian suspect he knew much more than what her ‘identity’s’ file said. No, he hadn’t forced her to go along. The man had simply updated the team on who had already been drafted to go and said there was an opening for a few volunteers among their specialized techs seeing as the more information the team had, the more likely they were to make it back alive and in one piece, unlike all of Japan’s base.

Seth Ashbourne was among the drafted. Lillian never stood a chance in staying behind.

Her flight had been spent alternately worrying and studying all of the information she had available, along with the occasional prayer that no matter what happened her brother made it through this. There was absolutely no way she was willing to lose him again.

Finding the meeting place was easy enough (three cheers for GPS), and Lillian secured herself in an out of the way spot. She was here to help, not draw attention to herself, and so remained quiet as one by one other agents came in and began chatting to each other. Then came introductions, which she didn’t bother with as no one even looked at her.

Well, she didn’t bother until she had something to say.
‘Lillian Schmidt, alien specialist. I agree with Ms Davis. The access codes are our first priority. Once we get in, we can worry about getting visuals on everyone. Unless you managed to bring something nifty with you, we’ll probably have to use 10’s cameras to do that anyway. Visuals might actually override the need for a map, if someone knows how to work the cameras properly.’

Her expression turned thoughtful. ‘Which means, we’ll need a lookout and a way for the different groups and control to communicate, or all the eyes in the world on us would be useless.’

Not that she was intending for a second to be lookout. Lillian might not volunteer to travel the world all that often, but that was simply because she had so much to learn still back at home. Now that she was in Japan, there wasn't the slightest chance that Lillian was going to keep away from what she liked best, alien activity. Or Seth, for that matter, because he was hardly going to stay put either.
Seth Ashbourne
Posted: Jun 8 2013, 08:04 AM


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    ooc ; ahahaha! 'say that again' ...I loved that Holborn moment xD
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What?

Seth jerked his head and almost –almost- pushed aside the agent that was blocking his view of the person who was standing behind in the midst of his disbelief. His eyes went wide with shock as he watched Lillian standing there --simply standing there, barely a foot or two away from him. As though just being there on that mission was the most ordinary thing that could happen to her in the world.

Feeling an instant need to blame someone for this (because in no way was he going to let this subject drop without its due consideration), Seth settled for the reason that was most likely to be behind the cause of Lillian’s presence –which in Seth’s logical mind turned out to be the Global Relations. Also known as Mara. And so Seth’s head turned slowly to the woman, with a very unfriendly glare that spoke miles.

”Really?” he said indignantly. ”Not enough agents in outer space that we have to rope in our newest recruit? ---no offence, I hope, ladies” Seth quickly added with a curt bow in Kensington and Lillian’s direction before turning back to Mara, harsh mode back on. ”Whose brilliant mind was it that made the call up?” he demanded.

Without even realizing it, his entire body had gone rigid, his right hand curled into a tight fist as he swore to all Heavens and back that if Lillian couldn’t come out unscathed from this, then someone was going to die.

It was Captain Ford's turn to speak, and just at the moment when he was ‘suggesting’ that they split, Seth chose the same time to interrupt the man as Holborn did. Only that his input came in the form of an obviously much more eloquent, awe-inspiring, monosyllabic ”What?! And just in case his say on the matter wasn’t clear enough, then all one had to do was look at his face (which right then appeared as though he was seeing a winged blue pig rather than a ‘Captain Ford’) to know what he was thinking. He exhaled profoundly, letting out the air with a vocal noise that sounded an awful lot like "Gods", and he intervened in Holborn’s defense when Kensington reprimanded him. ”No –no, he’s right. He’s absolutely right there.” he told the specialist. ”I propose that at least some of us go in pairs” because obviously wasn’t thinking at all about Lillian’s safety, and what would happen to his sanity if anything were to happen to the young Schmidt. After that small discussion, the attention of the Liaison slowly diverted from his co-workers to the rest of the crowd –to Captain Ford’s alleged ‘team’, a small design already forming inside his mind.

Having entirely disconnected himself from the conversation since then, the man tuned in just in time to hear Lillian say that they needed at least a way of communication. He felt a bit of (foolish) inward pride at how oddly alike their reasoning could be at times –but the sentiment was soon discarded when he spotted a man passing behind them, carrying a box full of devices. Without further ado --”Excuse me”-- Seth moved past the group (forcing the small circle to open as he went past them, because obviously taking a turn round the group was too complicated to go with) and made his way towards the man. Three steps his way was all it took the... "Hey, you!" ... worker to stop in his tracks at Seth’s call.

"Yes, you." A bit of an irony to admit that... yes. For someone as well-educated, refined, and big on protocol as he actually was, Seth sure was lacking at times in that particular regard. Not even bothering to ask for permission, after spotting several walkie-talkies inside the box, Seth instantly grabbed five and went back to the group, with a simple –almost dismissive-- ”Thank you for your services” aimed at the worker.

"Here. Make sure they work properly" he offered, handing one device to each one of his Torchwood colleagues. Right after that, Seth turned on his, and tried his following words on it, testing if he could hear his voice on all other four loud-speakers "I've worked out a short speech in case I die. It's quite a good one --a brilliant one, if I may say so.” About a second passed during which Seth offered the group a rather satirical grin. ”Let it be known that I'm not intending to leave this world without anyone hearing it."
Kensington Green
Posted: Jun 24 2013, 04:44 AM


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Kensington pursed her lips in irritation; she'd gotten a bad vibe from this Seth character from the start, and he'd just confirmed that she had a reason for this dislike. "No offense" indeed. She considered making a snarky retort, but decided she wasn't in the mood for the inevitable verbal war; this man seemed the type to like them, and she didn't feel like losing. Then he had to go and praise Holborn, and though that would normally make Ken proud, the circumstances were such that she rolled her eyes.

"Head out of the clouds, Oxford," she muttered.

"You're just jealous," Hull shot back smugly, making Ken roll her eyes again. She had to admit, though, pairs were probably a very good idea.

When the walkie-talkies were tossed their way, Holborn caught both his and Ken's, as Ken was furiously tapping away at an idea on her tablet computer. "I don't suppose you have your mobile on you?"

"'Course, in my pocket, why?"

"Good keep it there." Ken plugged her brother's mobile number into her hastily-compiled program and tapped a few buttons. When the computer pinged its acceptance, Ken smirked in triumph. "Ta-daaa!" she said, holding up the computer for her brother to see. On the screen was a close-up map of the area, and on that map were two little dots that read "HGREEN" and "KGREEN."

"Oh look: a practical use for GPS," Hull commented. Ken rolled her eyes, but both Greens were smiling when they turned back to the rest of the group where Ashbourne was instructing them to make sure the walkies worked.

"Great, that should settle communications," Ken said as her brother tested the walkies. "Also, if any of you happen to have mobiles on you and wish to share the numbers, we have visual monitoring covered as well," she added, showing off her computer program.

When Seth got to bragging about his death speech, Ken had just about had enough. "Good for you. Put it on mp3 so I can delete it later." She turned to Davis, who seemed to be the most confident - if not the most knowledgeable - about the situation. Pulling up the building schematics on her computer again, she held it out so the two could look at it side-by-side. "The main entrance is well and good, but there are a few back ways that could be useful, too. It all depends on where we want to start. So, we going through the front door?"
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Posted: Aug 3 2013, 06:22 AM


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After Lillian had introduced herself, Mara found herself practically face-to-face with Seth. Was he really standing here, accusing her of pulling Lillian into this case? Her immediate reaction was to snap back with some biting comment. And a question – after all, what was it to him if Lillian came along? He was awfully protective of someone he had recently met. But that was Mara’s reaction, not Jayna’s. Jayna was much more patient and personable; still, she wasn’t a pushover. “I wasn’t even aware she was a part of the team for this mission,” she replied coolly. “But if she’s been sent, then I’m sure Ms. Schmidt is more than qualified for the job.”

She took the proffered walkie-talkie, clipping it to her dark trousers. Obviously the planning stage of this mission was skipped, she thought wryly. At least Seth and this Kensington seemed to be ready to make plans at the last minute. She reached into her pocket, distractedly pulling out her work mobile, and handed it over to Kensington as she took a look at the computer screen presented before her.

Leaning forward, Mara began to examine the schematics of the building. “You’re right,” she murmured. “There are several good entrances, and I think those access codes would work on the other places. Perhaps our small teams – those pairs you wanted, that is,” Mara paused, glancing pointedly at Seth, “could go in these separate points.”

Mara looked over at Captain Ford, who was still lingering, obviously feeling useless. “What do you think, Captain? I believe your strategic know-how would be helpful.” Ford walked closer to Mara and Kensington, then peered over their shoulders at the screen thoughtfully. “We could simply send a team in through the front, with perhaps two teams elsewhere,” he mused. He leaned forward a bit more, then pointed at a spot on the map. “The front will have a regular foyer area for civilians, but you can use the access codes again to access the main office area closed to the employees. There’s a loading dock in the back that would make a good second entry point. There will be a large, almost warehouse-like area for their main storage for alien tech and whatnot. Then, there’s this side entrance that looks promising.” Mara looked at the third location. “That appears to lead into some larger office areas. Maybe for the higher ups? There may be useful information there, if nothing else.”

Ford nodded in agreement, looking around at the others. “Sounds good. We’ll pair up our specialists, then I’ll assign some of my field agents to accompany you.” “That sounds like the best course,” Mara agreed. “Ms. Davis, how about you go with Ms. Schmidt to the front entrance. Mr. Ashbourne can go with Mr. Green in the side. Then Ms. Green can come along with me around to the loading entrance.” He gestured towards the field agents, assigning a few of them to each of the teams he had started. They checked their weapons and scanning equipment, preparing to go inside. “Alright, if we’re ready to go, let’s move out.”

Mara nodded, turning to face Lillian. Seth had already been upset that Mara had supposedly dragged her into this mission; she vaguely wondered what he thought about the two of them paired up. “Let’s go,” she said, checking her Torchwood-issued handgun. She smiled grimly, then set off in the direction of the front entrance. A couple of field agents fell in behind them, quietly checking their own guns as they went.
Holborn Green
Posted: Oct 10 2013, 01:19 PM


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((OOC: I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRYYYYYY!!!))

Despite his quip to his sister, Holborn couldn't decide whether or not he was grateful for this Ashbourne's praise or not; the agent seemed awfully dismissive of Ken, almost looking down on her. He tucked the thought away for later, instead paying attention to Agent Davis and Captain Ford as they went over possible entry points. Ken, after she gave Jayna her mobile back, worked on keying the information into her tablet, adding notes to various sections of her map.

Listening to the breakdown of the entrances and Ford's assignation of pairs (Ken was barely hiding her relief that she wouldn't be stuck with Ashbourne), Hull nodded his agreement. "Ken -- ah, Agent Green can hack whatever security is in place at the loading dock, so you should be able to get in fairly quickly." He looked up at his sister, who looked surprised but grateful at his analysis/praise. "Whatever caused the blackout is probably in a lab or whatever, but there might be related tech in the warehouse, and maybe even some stuff that we can use, so keep an eye open." Ken nodded, not minding taking an order from her younger brother. Hull looked over at Seth and Jayna. "I'll pass on any relevant information Ashbourne and I find via the walkies. There's got to be paper records somewhere, and they might have info that wasn't logged or transmitted. I can't imagine that Torchwood 10 wouldn't have backed up their info somewhere other than a networked system. There may even be external hard drives we can look at."

Moment of extroversion over, Hull retreated back into a closed-off posture, silently moving to join Seth and the field agents assigned to the two of them. When Jayna checked her handgun, he cautiously checked his, noticing with something like dismay that Ken did the same with almost practiced ease. It was hard enough to reconcile that he was armed, but to see his older sister handling a gun with calm nonchalance made something twist in his stomach. As much as Hull understood how dangerous their job was, the though of Ken pulling the trigger on anything - even if it was a dangerous alien - made him a little sick. For him, checking his handgun was making sure that the safety was on.

"Let's go," Jayna said just as Captain Ford ordered his agents, "Move out!" Just as the teams were splitting up, Ken caught his attention. She pointed to her tablet, then held two fingers to her eyes before pointing them at Hull, her gestures saying, 'I'm watching you.' Hull, hiding a grin, pointed two fingers to his own eyes, then brought them away in a 'civilian salute.' Ken rolled her eyes and shot him the one-finger version, making him chuckle. Still, his stomach was churning with nervousness as he and Seth followed four field agents to the side entrance.

The two specialists walked in a rather expectant silence as they followed the field agents, and Holborn had the feeling Seth wanted to ask him something or make a comment about Ken. "Whatever you're going to say, you might as well say it before we get into the building," Hull commented, not bothering to look at the other agent. It probably wasn't the correct foot to start on, but Hull would rather there was nothing unsaid between them before they headed into the breach.
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Posted: Dec 13 2013, 03:41 AM


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His views on having Lillian Schmidt in on the front line of the field trip team made clear, the conversation then turned past that topic to certain pre-arrangements before going inside. It was during that point that Seth had his classic impromptu fit of verbal incontinence, and thus decided to delight everyone with his acute display of humour.

"Good for you. Put it on mp3 so I can delete it later."

Seth's features changed faster than Pete giving out orders. Eyes grown wide with a mixture of bewilderment and profound surprise, they turned to look at Kensington Green for about ten full seconds before drifting to Holborn, then Mara, then Lillian.

A thumb pointed to the blond woman while his features went back to one of his neutral looks (more particularly, one of his 'okay, well. Whatever. Like I really care' neutral looks, for those more strongly acquainted with the man) as he uttered, in lower tones:

"I didn't really deserve that, did I" the question falling into something more akin to an assertion when it rolled off the Liaison's lips.

... ... ...

Slight relief brushed past Seth when they started dividing the group into pairs. Not exactly ecstatic about Lillian's partner, considering how confident he was in him being the most apt of them all by far to protect the young woman, should anything dangerous occur, the man was nevertheless relieved to see her be partnered with Yayna (a/n: there's a change I may have gotten the spelling wrong, sorry :c) -who, of them all, had the strongest athletic appearance to him.

Which was... now that he thought about it... kind of-

Well. Unaverage, for a Torchwood Global Relations.

And not his call.

"Minute" he called out to his co-workers, mutely asking Lillian to accompany with a wave of head. Walking towards the car that was not too far away from there, he took off his suit jacket, placing it on his seat. "Lillian, there's this girl under my care" he started saying rather uncomfortably, as these things really did make him feel uncomfortable. "selective mute, father dead... I met her by chance" Seth took a small blue-ish electronic device out of a safe compartment of his car, and pulled Lillian's thumb towards it. "This car, my home... they all open by blueprint. If" anything happens to me his mind thought instantly, but his prime thoughts were digested differently on their way to his mouth "If you ever need to, you have full access to it all."

The subject of Una lay on his tongue without any other uttered word in regards to it, however. While he wanted to ensure that Una could be safe, Seth couldn't really ask Lillian to pick up any lifetime duty she hadn't asked for. But he trusted the brunette's good judgement enough to know that, having mentioned the subject, however it would be done, Una would be in good care.

"Ready" he announced to Holborn, who had his own personalized line as greeting card waiting for him. "Whatever you're going to say, you might as well say it before we get into the building," he'd said. To which Seth responded with a nod in agreement.

"All right then." he clapped his hands, and rubbed them professionally. "How much time have we got?" he tilted his head. "Because I know a lot of blonde jokes."




POINTS TO WHOEVER GOT THE RA BLONDE JOKE REFERENCE. *win*

ooc ; to those who didn't: I lost the .gif sad.gif so there you go, for a short hilarious watch: [x] [x]

*now goes away whistling innocently*
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