Challenge 878 - Bad intel
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m_findlowTitle: Bad intel
Character: Jack, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 878 - Intelligence at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Owen and Jack seem to be on a wild goose chase. A double drabble.
Owen kept the grip on his gun loose but ready. He didn’t want to get caught out if their quarry happened to be lying in wait for them. It was probably overkill, but nobody had ever died from being overcautious.
He moved from room to room, making sure that he kept Jack’s greatcoat outline within the corner of his eye, both so that he didn't accidentally mistake Jack for their perp, but also so that Jack didn’t turn his webley on Owen. Neither of them knew exactly what they were hunting down. The details had been sketchy and from an unusual source, but they followed it up nonetheless.
They continued their search but there was no one and nothing to be found. ‘Do you think it’s done a runner?’ Owen asked.
Jack slid his webley back into its holder and returned his question with a frown. ‘I think maybe we were given bad intel,’ he replied.
‘On purpose or by accident?’ Owen asked.
Jack’s frown deepened, as if he hadn’t even considered the possibility until now. ‘I don’t know, he said in a quiet voice, ‘but we’re going to make it our business to find out. Nobody messes with Torchwood.’
Owen kept the grip on his gun loose but ready. He didn’t want to get caught out if their quarry happened to be lying in wait for them. It was probably overkill, but nobody had ever died from being overcautious.
He moved from room to room, making sure that he kept Jack’s greatcoat outline within the corner of his eye, both so that he didn't accidentally mistake Jack for their perp, but also so that Jack didn’t turn his webley on Owen. Neither of them knew exactly what they were hunting down. The details had been sketchy and from an unusual source, but they followed it up nonetheless.
They continued their search but there was no one and nothing to be found. ‘Do you think it’s done a runner?’ Owen asked.
Jack slid his webley back into its holder and returned his question with a frown. ‘I think maybe we were given bad intel,’ he replied.
‘On purpose or by accident?’ Owen asked.
Jack’s frown deepened, as if he hadn’t even considered the possibility until now. ‘I don’t know, he said in a quiet voice, ‘but we’re going to make it our business to find out. Nobody messes with Torchwood.’
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Date: 2025-08-17 09:02 am (UTC)