“Deep in the Torchwood Hub were many things hidden away for the good of humanity. There were cells, there were vaults, and then there were storehouses. There were bunkers, there were chambers, and then there were the Schrodinger Cubes. And, finally, there was a very tightly locked door labelled Weapons.
‘Right,’ said Rhys as Jack spun a submarine-style wheel and tapped away at a keypad. ‘What’s that?’
‘Entry coder,’ sighed Jack. ‘Not even Ianto has the algorithm to this. This stuff is verboten.’”
- Jack Harkness in the Torchwood novel ‘Risk Assessment’ (James Goss)
“He went deep into the darkest recesses of the Hub, past the cells, past the vaults, past all the other storage areas, until he came to the small, tightly locked door labelled ‘Weapons’. He spun the submarine-style wheel, and quickly tapped at the keypad, entering the code that he wasn’t supposed to know.
Click! The door opened, and he walked into the large, dimly lit warehouse. He knew what he was looking for, and headed straight for one particular compartment. He took out a large, sinister-looking alien device which couldn’t have been more obviously a gun if it had had ‘THIS IS A GUN’ painted on it, in blood. Ianto switched it on. It whirred and hummed alarmingly, sounding like a nuclear reactor firing up.
‘Nice.’
He left the warehouse and locked the door again. He moved on to the armoury, and sorted through the various guns and knives, deciding which ones would be the most useful, which ones didn’t pack enough of a punch, which ones would slow him down. He packed several of them into a large rucksack, and secreted the rest in his clothing, making sure they didn’t stick out too obviously.
He walked back into the main area of the Hub, calling out to Jack as he carefully placed the rucksack and alien gun down.
‘Don’t feel bad that I worked out the code for the weapons warehouse. You did a fantastic job of keeping it secret, honestly, you really did. Took me ages and ages. It’s no reflection on you at all. It’s just that I’m very crafty.’”
- Ianto Jones in the short story “Virus”, in the Torchwood novel 'Consequences’ (James Moran)
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Torchwood + being professional [part II]
What kind of civil servants are you? Under-appreciated ones. [part I]
jackharkhess:
Torchwood + being professional [part I]
Are we really on a mission here? Yeah, well. Maybe this is the way Torchwood does things, mate. Yeah, well. Maybe you want to drive on the other side of the street, mate. [part II]
