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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 14, 2011 23:30:42 GMT -5
Gylfie typed in all of the codes, making sure to add every symbol as Bryan said it. She'd only used this software six times now, so she didn't consider herself an expert. Yet, somehow, she knew she was the only one who could do this. Tosh's system showed no sign of having conquered this disk.
A progress bar popped up when she hit enter, showing that the results were loading. The software window hovered on the edge of transparent for a moment, before becoming solid again. It did this continuously as the page loaded.
It finished just as Bryan came back. A map popped up of the solar system, zoomed in on Earth and then onto Cardiff, I few miles away from the Hub.
"I don't really know how to use a gun," she said slowly. She beckoned to Bryan. "Look at this! This is what was blocking the signal."
The screen had landed on a large building. She had no idea where it was, what it was or why it was blocking the signal. Maybe Bryan did?
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 14, 2011 23:54:12 GMT -5
Bryan put a gun and holster on the table in front of Gylfie. "You'll have to learn on the road then." He examined the map carefully. "I know where that is. Old apartment building, practically vacant." He went toward the door. "Come on, road trip."
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 15, 2011 0:02:56 GMT -5
Gylfie stared at the gun in dumbfound silence. She had snapped out of her excited stupor (induced by correctly working the disk) and now came to the realization that she was expected to kill if need be. She knew how to use a gun - point, aim, shoot - but she'd never had any experience.
She followed Bryan nervously, trying to attach the gun to her skirt without tripping over her heels.
"What if I have to shoot someone?" She asked quietly, stepping over a puddle. "I don't know if I can."
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 15, 2011 0:13:06 GMT -5
"Load. Point. Aim. Squeeze. It's that simple," Bryan said, glancing at her shoes. "You don't get out of the office, do you?"
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 15, 2011 1:31:54 GMT -5
Gylfie giggled nervously at Bryan's remark about her shoes. It was true. She didn't get out of the office at all. Her duties revolved completely around files and computers.
"You're right," she said, her voice high and squeaky. "I don't get out enough."
She followed Bryan as they entered the garage of the Torchwood unit. It was large and spacious and probably more glamorous than anything she had ever seen before. It was decked out with sports cars and the occasional Jeep, probably used for camouflage or escape reasons.
Of course, the rest of the team was in the SUV, so that wasn't present.
"What are we driving today?" She asked, eying one of the sleek red cars. She didn't know if it was plausible to drive a bright red bullet into a mission.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 15, 2011 9:10:59 GMT -5
"This one," Bryan said as he went over to a metal cabinet on the wall. He put in a quick code and it opened, letting him grab a key after a short little moment of trying to figure out which one is which. It had a little black device attached to it and he pressed a button and a short pair of beeps sounded in the garage. A few rows down a sleek black Corvette flashed its light to tell them he was the one that called for them.
Bryan grinned and closed the cabinet before heading over to the sportscar, thinking to himself that Owen would kill him if anything happened to it.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 16, 2011 1:21:01 GMT -5
Gylfie looked nervously at the black Corvette and strolled over to it, following Bryan closely. She knew even less about cars than she did about guns, but it was obvious this was a very nice vehicle.
"It's gorgeous," she said quietly, trailing her fingers up the hood as she walked to the passenger door. "Are you sure we're allowed to take this? I wouldn't want you to get into trouble."
She considered suggesting public transport or even a cab, but it would be painfully slow taking a bus and she didn't want to get rid of the adrenaline by being crammed into a taxi. It was Bryan's call. He was the Cardiff unit member.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 16, 2011 10:58:05 GMT -5
"It's the Torchwood garage. All's up for grabs if the key's in the cabinet. However, you might not want to tell Owen if we get it scratched," Bryan said, looking over at her with a smirk as he got in the driver's side and started up the engine with a roar. He grinned like a schoolboy at the sound. "Oh yeah! Always wanted to drive this car." He quickly put on his seat belt, and waited for Gylfie to get in and do the same.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 16, 2011 20:44:25 GMT -5
There were a few more seconds of hesitation as Gylfie mulled over his response. According to her deductions, this car was dear to Owen and she did not want to anger Doctor Harper. He already seemed to be sour already.
But then, no one said we were actually going to get it scratched... she thought to herself, a devilish grin appearing on her face. If it were to be scratched, it would be a nice way of getting revenge for all the times he flirted with me.
"Alright then, let's go!" She said enthusiastically, swinging herself into the passenger seat. The seat belt was around her in a blink.
According to the roar of the motor, this would be a fast ride. She'd had her share of fast cars, but never in a slick foreign city. No doubt her adrenaline would soon be shooting sky high!
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 16, 2011 21:58:21 GMT -5
Bryan grinned and as soon as he heard the click of the buckle, he put it in gear and stomped on the gas. The black monster of a vehicle pounced forward and took off, with Bryan's guidance, out the door just as it opened enough for them to barely get through. He couldn't help a giddy fit of laughter as he felt the surge of power flow through his foot and hands. "Too bad the place is so close!" he said over the engine. "It would have been nice to really test out the real power of this thing."
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 17, 2011 21:31:43 GMT -5
"Ah, I'm sure," she said through clenched teeth, her knuckles white as she gripped her seat. "But, ah, I think it's only just up around there, so you can slow down now."
Yes, Gylfie had had her fair share of fast cars, but nothing like this! Her car back in Australia crawled in comparison to this. Then again, she was strict in following the speed limit and very rarely used the highest speed.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 17, 2011 21:47:45 GMT -5
Bryan sighed and started to slow down. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He still liked the rumble of the engine as they moved at speed limit. He slowed even more as they neared the place they needed to go. "Well, here we are."
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 17, 2011 22:20:28 GMT -5
As Bryan pulled up to the curb, Gylfie undid her seat belt and stepped out of the car.
It was still raining, though lighter than before. In the murky haze, she stood out like a beacon, due to her bright red jacket. Subconsciously, she realized she would need to rid of the coat and did so, throwing it into the car. As the cold air hit her skin, she shivered.
The building seemed normal enough. It resembled one of the apartment buildings that she drove past every day as she went to work.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jan 18, 2011 20:57:03 GMT -5
Bryan got out and locked the car with a touch of a button and looked around. He smirked. "Well, this place sure looks cozy..." He looked over at Gylfie. "Fancy a look around?"
He didn't wait for an answer, however, as he slipped his gloved hands into his pockets and headed for the building.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jan 18, 2011 21:25:13 GMT -5
"It's a bit too cozy, if you ask me!" Gylfie whispered. "I was expecting something cliche - perhaps a huge haunted mansion or an old factory or something."
She followed Bryan albeit not as casually. Her hands were held to her chest, clenched into fists. Goosebumps ran up her arms and down her back, but she wouldn't complain about the cold. She'd been cold plenty of time before. Walking into a possible death trap with an alien, however... that was something she never ever planned on doing.
"What could be blocking our signals from here?" She asked, shimmying up to a grimy window.
Peering in, she was greeted by the right of dust motes and an old sofa. This room seemed to be abandoned, but the rest of the complex seemed fairly new.
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