Challenge 900 - In pursuit
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m_findlowTitle: In pursuit
Character: Jack, Gwen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 900 - Dust at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Torchwood have a tail that they need to get rid of. A double drabble.
Gwen frowned as she caught the stern look on Jack’s face. ‘What’s wrong?’
Jack’s eyes flicked to the rear vision mirror for a split second and then back to the road ahead of them. ‘We’re being followed.’
Gwen shifted in her seat, trying to look back through the rear windows. She spotted a blue sedan trailing at a conservative distance behind them. ‘Are you sure? Could just be going the same way we are.’
‘It’s not,’ Jack said through clenched jaws. ‘I change lanes, it changes lanes. I speed through the yellow light, it goes through on the red.’
Ianto turned as well, noting down the number plate and tapping it into the car’s computers. ‘Yep, definitely being followed,’ he reported.
‘By who?’ Jack asked.
‘Everyone’s favourite BBC reporter, David Brigstocke.’
Jack growled, voicing their collective displeasure at the news. He glared at the rear vision mirror and then swung the car left off the main road.
Gwen turned to look at him. ‘Jack, where are you going? This is the old quarry road.’
‘I know,’ he replied. ‘Buckle up, ladies and gents. Breaking news is that we’re about to leave the BBC choking on a whole lotta quarry dust.’
Gwen frowned as she caught the stern look on Jack’s face. ‘What’s wrong?’
Jack’s eyes flicked to the rear vision mirror for a split second and then back to the road ahead of them. ‘We’re being followed.’
Gwen shifted in her seat, trying to look back through the rear windows. She spotted a blue sedan trailing at a conservative distance behind them. ‘Are you sure? Could just be going the same way we are.’
‘It’s not,’ Jack said through clenched jaws. ‘I change lanes, it changes lanes. I speed through the yellow light, it goes through on the red.’
Ianto turned as well, noting down the number plate and tapping it into the car’s computers. ‘Yep, definitely being followed,’ he reported.
‘By who?’ Jack asked.
‘Everyone’s favourite BBC reporter, David Brigstocke.’
Jack growled, voicing their collective displeasure at the news. He glared at the rear vision mirror and then swung the car left off the main road.
Gwen turned to look at him. ‘Jack, where are you going? This is the old quarry road.’
‘I know,’ he replied. ‘Buckle up, ladies and gents. Breaking news is that we’re about to leave the BBC choking on a whole lotta quarry dust.’
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