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Challenge 768 - Ready for action
Title: Ready for action
Character: Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 768 - Rush at [Unknown site tag]torchwood100
Author notes: Written for Challenge 768 - Rush at [Unknown site tag]torchwood100
Summary: Ianto doesn't have to fear forgetting something vital. A double drabble.
There were times when Ianto hated being so organised. He couldn't help it, it was just in his nature to cover all bases and ensure that things were where he needed them to be when he needed them.
He'd always known it might come to this. He'd been forced to go on the run before and they'd all been totally unprepared for it, scrambling just to save themselves from getting shot by sniper fire. Next time, assuming he made it out alive, would be different.
Now he had a bag ready to go. Some people prepared for doomsday; Ianto did the same, but in his own Torchwood way. Even Jack didn't know he had this bag stowed under the bed. It had everything he might need that he hadn't had before: a gun and plenty of spare rounds, a burner phone, never used, with encryption software, five credit cards in fake names matching equally fake passports, with a sizable credit limit and a wad of ten thousand pounds in cash.
There was a razor, bar of soap, a small flannel and clean underwear; a first aid kit stocked with the good drugs, a bottle of water and some energy bars. There was a lighter and a Swiss army knife, and a small lined tarpaulin that could be used for just about anything, from creating a makeshift shelter, something to sleep on or even to wrap up and dispose of a dead body. All of it weighed less than four pounds and looked just like the everyday kind of duffel bag people carried all the time.
It still wasn't much, but it was better than having nothing but the clothes on his back. He'd hoped he'd never need it, but as he wrapped a hand around the tough fabric handle, he was glad he had it.
There were times when Ianto hated being so organised. He couldn't help it, it was just in his nature to cover all bases and ensure that things were where he needed them to be when he needed them.
He'd always known it might come to this. He'd been forced to go on the run before and they'd all been totally unprepared for it, scrambling just to save themselves from getting shot by sniper fire. Next time, assuming he made it out alive, would be different.
Now he had a bag ready to go. Some people prepared for doomsday; Ianto did the same, but in his own Torchwood way. Even Jack didn't know he had this bag stowed under the bed. It had everything he might need that he hadn't had before: a gun and plenty of spare rounds, a burner phone, never used, with encryption software, five credit cards in fake names matching equally fake passports, with a sizable credit limit and a wad of ten thousand pounds in cash.
There was a razor, bar of soap, a small flannel and clean underwear; a first aid kit stocked with the good drugs, a bottle of water and some energy bars. There was a lighter and a Swiss army knife, and a small lined tarpaulin that could be used for just about anything, from creating a makeshift shelter, something to sleep on or even to wrap up and dispose of a dead body. All of it weighed less than four pounds and looked just like the everyday kind of duffel bag people carried all the time.
It still wasn't much, but it was better than having nothing but the clothes on his back. He'd hoped he'd never need it, but as he wrapped a hand around the tough fabric handle, he was glad he had it.