Challenge 730 - Methodical
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m_findlowTitle: Methodical
Character: Jack, Tosh, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 730 - Divide at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Searching for rift items isn't always easy, but there is a method. A double drabble.
Jack rested a foot up on the fence railing as he leaned over it and stared out at the expanse of paddocks with their sheep roaming idly about in the lush green. ‘Can we get a more precise location, Tosh?’ he asked as a pleasant breeze whipped through his hair. There was worse weather for being out and about than a day like today.
‘Sorry,’ she apologised, still studying her PDA. ‘This far out our equipment isn’t nearly as sensitive as to where it landed, and it’s small enough that the residual rift radiation isn’t enough to pick up on sensors until we’re practically on top of it. Still no indication what we might be dealing with.’
Owen kicked the fence post. ‘That’d be bloody right. These paddocks must run for miles. Just sheep and sheep poo.’
‘I can give you a two mile radius search area, but that’s as much as I can narrow it,’ Tosh said.
‘Gee, thanks.’
Jack rolled his eyes. ‘That’s the job. We don't go home til we find it. Set up a search grid, Tosh. We divide and conquer the old fashioned way, one grid at a time.’ Jack grinned. ‘Watch your step, Owen.’
Jack rested a foot up on the fence railing as he leaned over it and stared out at the expanse of paddocks with their sheep roaming idly about in the lush green. ‘Can we get a more precise location, Tosh?’ he asked as a pleasant breeze whipped through his hair. There was worse weather for being out and about than a day like today.
‘Sorry,’ she apologised, still studying her PDA. ‘This far out our equipment isn’t nearly as sensitive as to where it landed, and it’s small enough that the residual rift radiation isn’t enough to pick up on sensors until we’re practically on top of it. Still no indication what we might be dealing with.’
Owen kicked the fence post. ‘That’d be bloody right. These paddocks must run for miles. Just sheep and sheep poo.’
‘I can give you a two mile radius search area, but that’s as much as I can narrow it,’ Tosh said.
‘Gee, thanks.’
Jack rolled his eyes. ‘That’s the job. We don't go home til we find it. Set up a search grid, Tosh. We divide and conquer the old fashioned way, one grid at a time.’ Jack grinned. ‘Watch your step, Owen.’
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Date: 2022-11-01 07:58 pm (UTC)