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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 10, 2011 15:17:44 GMT -5
Cardiff Bay, Cardiff, Roald Dahl Plass Public Square
A slim dark figure is picked up on the cameras. A woman in dark jeans and a black vest over a very well tailored white shirt. Behind her she pulls along a large black, wheeled suitcase. She strode across the space, a private smile on her face and her eyes hidden by dark glasses. She stood in the correct place, staring out at the square and the sunlight, apparently in no hurry.
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Post by Gwen Elizabeth Cooper on Sept 10, 2011 16:19:18 GMT -5
Gwen was quickly munching on some celery sticks from a baggie at her station. They weren't crisp by a long shot; for being less than an hour from farming country the produce definitely left more than a few things to be desired. However, she was glad from the respite of work and hunger that she had been experiencing lately, because between Weevils, Rhys, and more Weevils, food was a secondary priority.
She was excited for today though; Sarah Jane Smith was coming to Cardiff for a bit of girl time. That was the real reason why Gwen had picked up so many extra shifts lately; she could do without depressing Owen, doe-eyed Tosh, and Jack and Ianto snogging all running around. She did love her teammates, but it was nice to be able to talk to someone other than them who knew about the wonder of the universe and all that jazz.
Her live feed with the Plass's CCTV showed a woman, getting on in her years but still at the height of fashion standing outside the water tower. "That would be Sarah Jane!" Gwen smiled, finishing the last, limp celery stick and initiating the invisible lift. She ran over to where the lift would come down, and looked up. "So, Ms. Sarah Jane Smith; I suppose this is a bit different from Bannerman Road, yeah?" She smiled at her friend as she descended into the hub.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 10, 2011 16:36:48 GMT -5
She started to sink. Having expected it, she didn't let it startle her. She took off her shades as she sunk out of the sunlight. The lift was smooth and slow. It was one hell of a view. It was amazing. Beautiful. There was a steam punk/ high tech aesthetic that pleased her and made her a bit. It's a little like she always wished her Attic could be.
There was Gwen below her, pale face grinning up surrounded by a shock of dark hair. It was very good to see her.
"They could both use some dusting, but I'll have to get myself a lift like this I see." The lift stopped flush with the floor and she grinned at her friend. "It's lovely, thanks Gwen. I still don't believe you about the shooting gallery yet, but we shall see." One hand around the grip of her quite heavy suitcase, she hugged Gwen with her other arm.
"Hello."
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Post by Gwen Elizabeth Cooper on Sept 10, 2011 16:48:31 GMT -5
Gwen returned the one armed hug, happy to see the woman was absolutely glowing after her close brush with death the last time they met. Sarah Jane Smith never ceased to surprise Gwen; the woman was like an unstoppable machine. Shoot her, crush her, bulldoze her and she'll come back stronger than a Lupine Wavelength Haemovariform.
But Gwen was also happy to see Sarah Jane for another reason. Between finding that book at the old manor and finding Sarah Jane in a forest with Owen, injured, and between that event and now, Gwen had had ample time to study the old journal.
She held the crook of her arm out, as if she was offering to escort Sarah Jane. "Well, you can judge that for yourself once you see it!" Gwen then put on a posh air. "Now, if you would, Madam Smith, allow me to accompany you down to the shooting range." She paused and smiled at Sarah Jane. "And well, after we shoot a bit, I have something to discuss with you."
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 10, 2011 17:06:19 GMT -5
She took Gwen's arm, her toys in their wheeled suitcase ready to pull behind. Up close, one can see where they'd had to shave a strip out of her scalp over her temple where one can see the thin scar from a few stitches. Secretly, Sarah Jane rather likes it. She followed Gwen, looking all around.
"Is that part of my challenge today, Gwen?" She laughed, "Prick my curiosity, then make me wait for answers while I focus on shooting? Shall we each put a pebble in our shoes as well?" She grinned a bit wickedly. "Or shall we improvise ways to distract each other? It's quiet here today."
It's a very good suitcase she pulls behind her. Each wheel softly whirs with what sounds like a hundred ball bearings.
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Post by Gwen Elizabeth Cooper on Sept 10, 2011 17:18:33 GMT -5
Gwen laughed a bit, playfully slapping Sarah Jane's arm with her own free one. "Well if you want to see some real time spending improvisation, you should be around when Jack and Ianto are here!" She laughed more. The two of them finally reached the stairs down to the shooting gallery, and, giving her hands a little flourish, ushered Sarah Jane into the stairwell.
"Well. After you, m'lady." She grinned toothily, humored by her own faux poshness.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 10, 2011 17:49:28 GMT -5
Sarah Jane had seen pictures of the lovely Ianto and it was easily imagined just what sort of improvisation was going on, she chuckled knowingly with Gwen. Manors only seemed silly if the game was not played. Sarah Jane liked to play, so Gwen's little walk on the Posh side came off quite smoothly. If Gwen played well, she'd be taking at least half of the very heavy suitcase, sharing it's wide handle with Sarah Jane.
When Gwen had told her that much of Torchwood was hollowed out of the Earth itself, she hadn't quite imagined the scope of it. It looked like a ways down.
"I have my toys well stowed, but it might be a radical choice to thump them all the way down to your dungeon. If you will, please, Torchwood Agent Cooper?"
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Post by Gwen Elizabeth Cooper on Sept 11, 2011 13:32:52 GMT -5
Gwen, the stronger and taller of the two women, happily obliged. Wrapping her fingers around the suitcase, she lifted it up. It was heavy, but, living like Gwen did, it wasn't too difficult to stay in shape. "Well," she said, ebulliently. "Let's go!" She started down into the inky black of stairs, allowing Sarah Jane to follow her.
Gwen emerged from the stairwell in a large, concrete room, rivaling the size of any cathedral's chapel room. There was a table of many different guns, from pistol, to assault rifle, to shotgun, and even far in the back of the room was a case that housed Jack's defabricator. Past the concrete partition, however, were a multitude of different enemy likenesses, including weevils, blowfish, and, a treat for Sarah Jane added by Gwen just that morning, Slitheen.
"So," Gwen said, picking a pistol up from the table and cocking it back. "Lock and load, Sarah Jane Smith."
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 11, 2011 14:00:46 GMT -5
It was to her pleasure and surprise when Gwen simply hauled up her suitcase and lead the way down the stairs. Gwen was even stronger than she looked. The cavern was everything Gwen had said it was, and Sarah was delighted.
The targets rocked her. Faces. Races. She preferred a simple target. However, this was what she wanted. A greater flexibility of mind.
"Fanciful." She said, quirking a grin at Gwen. "Lock and load. She agreed."
Sarah Jane picked up the only 22 on the table, handling it well and pulling a bullet into the chamber. In a two handed grip she aimed with both eyes open, she fires, barely seeming to aim, but she's shot the Slithreen right in the middle of it's big baby face.
She looks a little defensively at Gwen.
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Post by Gwen Elizabeth Cooper on Sept 11, 2011 14:13:09 GMT -5
"Well," Gwen smiled, impressed. In a flash, her pistol was over at her side, and after three bangs and barely a look, three bullet sized holes appeared in one of the Weevil's chest. "I'm impressed. But anyone can shoot off a little thing like these." Gwen wandered over to the table, placed her pistol back on it, and leaned forward onto the armory's surface, grabbing two silver revolvers.
Gwen walked over to Sarah Jane, and placed one of the two loaded guns in her hand. "How about we try a bigger one, like one of Jack's." Gwen walked forward to the concrete partition, and after a second of taking aim, squeezed the trigger. A blowfish with a hole in its head went down, as the recoil from Gwen's gun forced her arms to go up, giving the small of her elbow a ninety degree angle. Without turning around, she smiled wide. "That is, if you think you can handle it."
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 11, 2011 14:27:42 GMT -5
She watched Gwen handle the large gun as easily as she herself had handled the 22. She was envious. Gwen moved like the first thing she did in the morning was oil herself up.
Three quick, loud gunshots, three perfect hits. Gwen barely flinched, though she gritted her teeth.
Sarah Jane wasn't certain how she had intended to hide her little secret. Maybe she didn't even want to. In a way, she had come to reveal her secret and overcome it. She took the heavy, deadly feeling gun in her hand. You could blow quite a hole in something with this. She took it in both hands and looked over at Gwen.
"Don't laugh."She said simply and got down on one knee, bracing herself. Three quick shots, two deadly, one incapacitating, on a Weevil cut out. On the last shot, she had to press splayed fingers to the cold floor to balance herself. She squinted up at Gwen, the woman's face only half obscuring one of the lights above, giving her a halo.
"I'm best on my knees."
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Post by Gwen Elizabeth Cooper on Sept 11, 2011 14:45:39 GMT -5
Gwen laughed boisterously at this last comment. Sarah Jane could be described as a mother figure, but she was anything but matronly. She strode back over to the armory table. She began loading bullets into a .22 she had herself modified; silencer and an extra large clip.
"So, what I wanted to talk to you about..." her dialogue was punctuated only by the clicks of bullets going into the clip. "I found a journal at the mansion. It had some interesting information in it... regarding the royal family." She finished loading the extended clip, and sent a few muffled shots over to the cutouts.
Gwen glanced back at Jack's gun on the table, and tutted at it. "Hm, mine may be smaller, but lasts longer." She examined the grouping of her shots on the cut outs. "More accurate too." She then looked at Sarah Jane, serious. "I can tell you what I found out, but I need you to be willing to help me again."
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 11, 2011 15:33:21 GMT -5
She flowed back to her feet watching Gwen twist her silencer on. Sarah Jane knew she handled her own weapons with a military crispness, but Gwen handled hers with the same sort of flare with which she'd seen a cheerleader flourish a curling iron, or the Doctor with his Sonic Screwdriver. Gwen was a natural.
Multiple shots left a tight pattern on Gwen's target.
Business. Pleasure. They went as well with guns, it turned out, as they did with tea. Sarah Jane had some information of her own in regards the Royal Family and the Lupines. Surely, it would be of benefit to exchange information. However, Gwen was more fun to barter with than to simply agree to.
"I'll help you if you help me learn to handle even the big ones standing up, Gwen."
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Post by Gwen Elizabeth Cooper on Sept 11, 2011 17:10:26 GMT -5
Gwen laughed again. "Oh, well there is a challenge!" She placed her pistol back on the table, and went to the back of the room, to the larger weapon lockers. She turned the safe's dial a few times and pulled it open, revealing a weapon about a foot and a half long. "Let's dive right in, shall we?" Gwen walked up to Sarah Jane, and placed the gun in her hands. "This is the FN P90, a United States Army issue. Very big."
Gwen moved behind Sarah Jane, lightly tapping on the small of her back. "First thing's first, keep your back straight, but strong. Use it to support the weapon and you. You're not holding the weapon like a handbag you're..." Gwen bit her lip, attempting to think of a good analogy. "Imagine the most important thing in your life, and hold on tighter than you've ever held onto that." Gwen winced, realizing how stupid that sounded. However, not thinking too much of it, Gwen continued on.
She turned back to the front of Sarah Jane. Gwen used her toes to tap on the sides of Sarah Jane's knees. "Get down low, and support your body with your legs. You're not at a society event, you're fighting a slitheen that wants to wear your skin."
Gwen went back to behind Sarah Jane, and placed her hands on the older woman's shoulders, squeezing a bit. "Now, just carefully squeeze the trigger." Gwen smiled with a wry half smile as she did a south western american accent. "Be careful though; he's a bigun."
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 11, 2011 18:19:33 GMT -5
When she'd said 'the big one' she'd meant Jack's weapon. Gwen, unsurprisingly had other ideas. Sarah Jane chuckled low as the woman slinked over to the locker and pulled out a monster.
"Right into the deep end." She laughed, half excited, half overwhelmed. It was a very heavy gun. Sarah Jane was strong for her size, and tucked it's weight in well against her center.
At Gwen's beaconing, she took a wider stance, bracing her weight, trying to grip the floor with her feet. She clutched that baby of a gun as hard in her arms as she had clutched Luke when the Daleks had come. She aimed without raising the gun very high, and though she obliterated the second Slitheen, she'd also buckled back against Gwen, not having been able to begin to imagine just how hard it would kick.
She was laughing, howling a bit and slightly out of breath.
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