July 29th, 2007



"Did you see what she did to my jaw before I took her out?" Owen mumbled through badly bruised lips. "The bitch won't even talk to me."

Jack looked over his notes as Owen stood in front of his desk. Jack had detected the lingering pull of alien pheromone spray when Owen had entered the room, added to the deployment of a portable containment field and the Weevil gun, it looked like Owen had been pilfering quite a bit of Torchwood property.

"She's been quite forthcoming with Ianto, so I'll skip the part about what you did to deserve it."


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