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Bad Wolf Bay. Again.

Chapter 9

Oh! This was something new! The corrupted Torchwood had a boss who was corrupting against the corruption. More or less. Anyway, the better for them. Eva was probably still asleep, the sedation had been extremely strong. His Time Lord DNA had been the only thing keeping him from falling asleep; the American must’ve known. He heard him walk over to Eva, and then back to Jones. “Don’t worry Jones, I’m one hundred percent sure that they’re still asleep,” he heard the American say in a hushed voice. Jones’s reply was too soft for him to hear, but he was quite sure he wasn’t about to get beat up. He tried to block out all the noises; the American had told him to play along, and so he did. He let his head fall to his chest, pretending to be asleep.

After about an hour or two, he stirred awake. Pretending had turned into actually falling asleep, the soft motion of the zeppelin combined with the sedative had made him drowsy. His sleep was interrupted by two hands pulling him on his feet, less rough than before. This was probably the American, the others had no reason to be gentle. According to his calculations, a human was supposed to be out for at least a day. This meant that he would have to pretend for at least 22 hours. It also meant that Eva was still unconscious, and wouldn’t have a clue about the corrupted boss. This was probably for the best; she might have been terrible at faking a deep, sedative induced sleep.

The hands pulled him out of the zeppelin, into the open air. Probably some sort of heli platform. For zeppelins, that is. They were on top of a high building, he felt a strong wind and air with just a bit less oxygen than average. They must be on the roof of Torchwood Tower. He was dragged away from the roof, into the building; a maze of halls, secret passages and rooms. There was no way he could remember the way out, he was spun round multiple times. Even if they thought he was out, they weren’t taking any risks. A heavy door opened, he heard the creaking of metal. They led him inside and he was thrown onto a chair. The door closed again, leaving him alone in the room. The only sounds were his hearts beating, and soft hissing noise coming from the corner on the left. After a while, the air started to smell funny; chloroform! Someone was trying to make sure he actually fainted, and he did. Even his Time Lord DNA wasn’t resistant against such a strong gas, and certainly not in this amount.

When he woke up he found his head lolling on his chest, opening his eyes he found someone sitting across from him. Eva? No, those weren’t her shoes. He was still struggling to raise his head, so his view was limited. The shoes were sturdy, big and brown. A pair of black trousers covered the legs. The man across him, or a female with an extremely huge shoe size, was sat on an old wooden chair, typical for the interrogation rooms of Torchwood. He regained some of his strength, allowing him to see the torso of what he determined to be a man. He wore a long, blue coat with golden buttons; quite like his own, but longer and made of a thicker fabric. He wore a light blue button-up with a white shirt underneath. Seeing the total picture, made him realise that he indeed did know that voice. He didn’t even have to see the American’s face to recognize him; his voice and clothing were enough. Without raising his head, he asked for the conformation. “Jack?”

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