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Rating: PG-13 (swearing, dark themes, innuendo and slight sex scenes)
Summary: What happened back in 1979?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Whoinverse.
AN: This is a Flashback for the chapter.
AN 2: Italics are the report that Owen is reading.
AN 3: For those of you hoping for flashback sex, too bad. I’m still not comfortable writing about sex. And I mean the writing part.
Last Part
After the many attacks on the British Embassies abroad being linked to alien technology, Torchwood was cleared to run the investigation on where the alien technology (tech) was coming from. Several members of London were sent to different locations throughout the world. Each attack was done by a different group that had brought the tech off of a Black Market that had recently started spreading word.
Jack Harkness had identified one front of the Black Market that had been selling alien tech to enemies of the Crown. His way in was Assistant Manager Ellen Ambure. She didn’t know a lot about the Black Market area, but her boss, Edward Handgrove, was the one involved. Going with Handgrove would have proved futile.
His cover story was that of a disgraced Captain that wanted back at the British government. The false identity was placed in the computers a week before introducing himself to Miss Ambure. The name he gave was James Harper.
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She watched him from behind the counter. He was wearing jeans that clenched to his ass and showed off the measurable bulge in the front. His shirt was just under his size to show off the muscles of his arms and chest. Oh my God, he is hot. Her eyes kept traveling up to his face, where she was caught with his eyes staring back at her. Busted. She caught sight of the smirk playing on his face before looking down another aisle. Do not embarrass yourself. She went back to watching the aisles and two kids that she was certain were trying to lift some cigarettes. The one that was trying to hide slipped in two packs.
Going over to bust them, she noticed that the guy had already moved there and was pulling the packets out before pushing the kids away. “You know these will kill you,” he told them. She heard their grumblings as they went out. “I’m sorry, was I doing your job for you?” he sassed, pulling a wide smile.
Keep your cool, keep your cool. “I would have been over faster if someone wasn’t distracting me.”
“I was distracting you? Well, I should really distract you outside of work then.” He leaned in closer.
“Ellen, get back to the counter. I don’t pay you to flirt with the customers,” a guy yelled from the doorway to the back. She smiled quickly before walking back. He picked a couple of ingredients for a dish and walked over to the counter.
He looked around to see if Handgrove was around. “Party at the Hardin Warehouse, starts at nine. Tell them James sent you. Wear you sexiest clothes,” he invited. He kissed her quickly before running out the door. Okay, James, I’ll see you tonight.
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Nine-thirty was when she showed up. There was a guy at the door and she said James. He moved aside. They were playing a band she didn’t recognize. The people were dancing in a mob. She could distinguish a few couples of same sex and a few of different sex. “Open people. Very open,” she muttered as she saw a couple groping each other in plain sight.
“Well, once you get into the moment, you usually only care about yourself,” a voice crept up behind her. She spun around to see James, who had changed into a tight black t-shirt and leather pants that were almost a second skin. Oh my… “Not to mention you’ve dressed for the part. That is an excellent shade of blue.”
He lifted up a part of it to accentuate his point and to start rubbing her hip lightly. She moved slightly into him, unaccustomed. Oh, how is he doing this? Warming to the touch already, the heat spiked when he started kissing her. He managed to move her to a more secluded spot before traveling up her shirt to the bra with light silk trimmings. She arched into his body, feeling the bulge in his pants. He chuckled against her skin as he kissed his way down to her neck. “I don’t think I can stand for very long.”
“Well, there are a couple of beds in the back.”
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Harkness waited until the death of an ambassador and capture of his killer, former Commander Edward Jones who had been dismissed for being homosexual, to reveal in front of Handgrove that he had revenge plans against a parliamentarian that had him dishonorably discharged for helping someone that was homosexual. He himself was to be bisexual and that also partially led to the discharge.
Handgrove listened to his plight and offered him some help on getting the perfect weapon.
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“That ends the vigil for Ambassador Jackson Saddwyn, who was killed this past week,” the announcer stated at the very end of a two hour service. Ellen turned off the small set and turned back to James.
“I can’t believe that happens today.”
“What happens?”
“The guy could have just sued him for a lot of quid.”
“It wouldn’t have gotten him his reputation back. He needed validation; he needed an end to his pain. He was being who he was and was dismissed for it.”
“You’re saying he deserved it.”
“Sometimes, there’s no other choice. I got kicked out.”
“You?”
“Yeah, I was helping a buddy keep his issue under wraps and both of us were kicked out.”
“Why…”
“I was his friend during this time.”
She nodded, realizing. “Oh, did you…”
“Protection.”
“Okay.”
A voice interrupted them. “Ellen, could you restock the dairy products?” Handgrove yelled. She nodded and moved to the stockroom. He moved over to him. “Got kicked out, huh?”
“Yeah, years of serving and this is how they treat me.” He indicated the meager amount of money he had.
“I’ve heard your rants against Joseph Neales. He got you kicked out?”
“Yeah, his son found the two of us in bed together. He told his father.”
“Heard you’ve been looking at rifles.” James nodded. “It isn’t going to work. They have people that step in front of the bullet.”
“Wrong type of rifle.”
“How good are you shooting long distance? And how far are you going to get with the thing?”
“What do you suppose?”
“A weapon that doesn’t give any indication. Noiseless, no smoke, and it looks relativity normal. They wouldn’t suspect.”
“You know where I can find a weapon like that?”
Handgrove looked back to Ellen, who was moving milk in. “Nelson Krunk, the butcher’s. Nine tonight. Do you have anything planned?”
“No.”
“Good. Nine tonight.” He went back when Ellen came back.
“What were you guys talking about?”
“Nothing. Hey, what are you doing around one tonight?”
“At night, sleeping.”
“Can you be up for me? Please?”
“Yeah, sure. But why?”
“Trust me, and pack a huge suitcase.”
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“How much do you have?” Handgrove asked as James walked in.
“What do you have?” he replied, walking into the light with a coffee jar that was rattling.
Krunk brought out an object with two arms sticking out of it. James could see a viewing screen that was about an inch tall. “Focuses energy on an object and blows them up without any indication. No light or sound, except when the target explodes.”
“How much?”
“Five hundred quid. The rifle you were going after would have been just fifty less, but then the bullets and the training.”
James interrupted them by spilling the money on the table. He counted out the bills before getting into the coins. “Five oh five. Keep the change and thank you.” James started working with the device while walking out.
The guys talked for a few minutes before several people came bursting in. Both were taken down within seconds. Many started going into other directions. The leader of the group took out a radio. “Area is clear. We have two of the perpetrators here.”
“Good work. Find the rest of the sellers.”
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“James, you’re a little early. What’s wrong?” Ellen asked as he walked in.
“Ellen, I need to tell you something. Then, we need to get out of here.”
“James, what is it?”
“Us meeting wasn’t accidental.”
“What?”
James stopped for a minute. He sat down Ellen before sitting down next to her. “My real name is Jack. I was investigating the series of murders that were connected to your boss. He’s been selling specialized weapons.”
“Why…”
“We couldn’t get to him normally. The only way was indirect.”
“You were using me.”
Jack took her head, turning it toward him. “As clichéd as this sounds, I do like you beyond this. Which is why we need to get out of here. They’re sending someone to wipe your memory.”
“But where are you taking me?”
“Somewhere safe.”
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After sending Handgrove and several other assistants to prisons around the country, we sent several people out to homes to wipe the memories of those involved with these people. Fake memories about people that had died were placed instead. The only one unaccounted for is Ellen Ambure. We believe Harkness may have hidden her somewhere.
Signed,
Frederick Andurst
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Addition
Date: March 25, 1980
Ellen Ambure died giving birth to a child, male. It is believed to be his child. Name and place unknown. Harkness was not involved in the hiding of child. Believed to be involved with the hiding of Ambure and caring for the child are former member of UNIT Sharon Belivade and her daughter Hannah, who is still part of the organization.
Several people among that staff would like to search out this child for research about Harkness’s ability. Leaders have shot down that notion and no one is to kidnap or go near the child. Harkness will not be told of the child or Ambure’s death and this case is to be sealed and kept away from Harkness.
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