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m_findlowTitle: Clean slate
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200 words
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Owen
Author notes: Written for Challenge #002 - Iconoclast at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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vocab_drabblesSummary: Cleaning up after an assignment isn’t fun but it is necessary.
‘This is going to take bloody ages,’ Owen moped as he dropped his rag into the bucket of filthy water. ‘There must be bloody hundreds of them,’ he carried on whinging, referring to the strange symbols that had been drawn, etched and spray-painted all over the city.
Jack’s jaw clenched in steely determination as he scowled at a particularly sinister looking one that was dripping down a brick wall from a heavy-handed can of red paint, making it appear as if it had been drawn there in blood. ‘Every last one,’ he said, brooking no argument. ‘We’ve managed to recton every last member of the cult, but even a single image could be enough. You know how tricky this stuff is when you mix recton with unusual iconography. They cannot be allowed to remember.’
‘Yeah, yeah,’ Owen replied. He certainly didn’t want to be dealing with a murderous alien cult any more than the next person. It was scary just how fervent they’d become, spreading across the city like a cancer. Or like a virus of complete insanity, more like. He wouldn’t be sorry to see the back of this case. Even if it meant scrubbing down all of Cardiff.
‘This is going to take bloody ages,’ Owen moped as he dropped his rag into the bucket of filthy water. ‘There must be bloody hundreds of them,’ he carried on whinging, referring to the strange symbols that had been drawn, etched and spray-painted all over the city.
Jack’s jaw clenched in steely determination as he scowled at a particularly sinister looking one that was dripping down a brick wall from a heavy-handed can of red paint, making it appear as if it had been drawn there in blood. ‘Every last one,’ he said, brooking no argument. ‘We’ve managed to recton every last member of the cult, but even a single image could be enough. You know how tricky this stuff is when you mix recton with unusual iconography. They cannot be allowed to remember.’
‘Yeah, yeah,’ Owen replied. He certainly didn’t want to be dealing with a murderous alien cult any more than the next person. It was scary just how fervent they’d become, spreading across the city like a cancer. Or like a virus of complete insanity, more like. He wouldn’t be sorry to see the back of this case. Even if it meant scrubbing down all of Cardiff.
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