Time Agents cause chaos [Open]

[medilia]

[Set in season2 of Torchwood.]

Medilia Song (it was rare for a Time Agent to go by their real name but Medilia did) gasped doubling over as she arrived in Cardiff two thousand and seven. She had travelled a long way using her Vortex Manipulator and it was taking its toll on her body. She'd need to find somewhere to rest soon. Stretching her sore muscles Medilia looked herself over. According to her research she would fit in. She wore skin tight jeans and biker boots along with a leather jacket. An over sized hand bag concealed her two guns and a compact laser delux was wedged in the small pocket of her jeans.

The Time Agent groaned softly as she looked around opening her Vortex Manipulator. According to the readings it was ten pm and she was located at Cardiff Bay. The Millenium Centre caught her attention and she chewed on her lip. According to her intellegence there was alien technology kept within a one mile radius of this area, the Millenium centre seemed to be a good place to start. one hand holding the gun in her hand bag and the other loosely at her side Medilia made her way across the plaz.

[Owen Harper]

Not fully there, Owen was zoned out at his station. He was not really focused on anything at the moment. He was a dead man that was bored. Looking slowly at the screen, Owen noticed there was solo female alone. She had something. Owen rewind the tape, zoomed on what she was looking at. She had wrist band like what Jack had. Not the same but close to it.

Everyone was gone, he was playing dead man guard dog of Torchwood. Standing up, he grabbed his coat, slipped it on, and placed the glove on his left hand. He had to be careful for not wanting to damage himself. The yellow alarm light flashed as he left through the cog wheel. He took the lift upstairs to the tourist section. He pressed the button to conceal the door to the Hub. He took the key on the wall, walked out and closed the door. He was pretending to lock the door which it did not need it.

Walking away, he was whistling and looking like he was going for a walk at night. He had no fear to worry because the Weevils did not care for Owen and the thugs well was something he did had to worry but he was close the base. He felt confident.

“Nice wristband,” said Owen breaking the ice. “You travel all lot in this part of the city?”