Slipping Through

Title: Is That A Gun In Your Pocket?
Chapter 8
Written by: Totally4Ryo
Date Written: 7/3/08
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 5208
Fandom: FAKE/Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo, Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Toshiko, Owen
Spoilers: FAKE – all through to volume 7, Torchwood - up to “Something Borrowed”
Warnings: Grown people having fun, language, innuendo to fantasy/cosplay in sex. Jack being… Jack. Dee being… Dee. And of course, two sexy male couples (but if you aren’t into that, why are you reading FAKE and/or watching Torchwood?)
Author Notes: It’s seems weapons training was a good topic to get me writing on. This chapter is actually long. I had fun writing it, I hope you have fun reading it.
Beta by: Grace Musica

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Dee followed his husband up the stairs from the cells, with Ianto behind him. Ianto went to get Jack’s greatcoat, while Dee came to stand next to his husband by the couch, looking around the Hub. When they went into the cells, the others had been at their stations. Now it was just the four of them.

“Where are the others?” Dee asked as Ryo handed Dee his jacket, from where they had put their outer wear earlier. He smiled his thanks to Ryo and watched as his husband shrugged on his own coat.

Jack looked smug as he put on his coat, sharing a secretive smile with Ianto. “They’re on a mission,” he stated. “Shall we go?”

“I’ll meet you outside,” Ianto said as Jack indicated for Dee and Ryo to join him by the lift.

It was only when they were outside, still standing on the stone, Jack standing behind them, his greatcoat whipping in the wind, did they realize the significance of the moment. Their heads turned in the expected direction and watched as the SUV came into sight and drove up to stop before where the three men stood.

“Go on and get in,” Jack stated, giving the couple a teasing push.

Dee took Ryo’s hand and together they stepped off the stone, heading for the back door of the SUV. Jack got into the passenger seat. As the vehicle pulled out, Jack turned to face the two men in the back seat. “The outcome of today will determine if and when you get training on handling this baby in emergency situations.”

“I understand that the police can’t stop you for speeding,” Dee commented as Ianto drove the SUV along the streets, heading for the city outskirts.

Ryo lightly slapped Dee’s arm. “Which is another reason I hope they never let you behind the wheel.”

Jack chuckled at the comment as Dee frowned. “Look who’s talking, Mr. Speed Demon. Honestly, he can complain all he wants about my driving, but he’s the one with the lead foot.”

“Just so you know, the SUV is not to be used for joyriding,” Ianto stated in his usual deadpan tone.

Jack turned his attention to the man behind the wheel. “Oh?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“We were not joyriding, sir,” Ianto commented firmly.

“Depends on how you look at it,” Jack remarked, and winked at the amused faces of the men behind him.

“I know exactly what you mean,” Ryo sighed, his mind suddenly hazy with memories of hot moments shared with his husband doing what could be called ‘joyriding’.

Dee’s eyes went wide, then he joined Jack in laughing once the lighter-haired detective realized what he had said and started to blush. Dee slipped his arm around Ryo’s shoulders and settled back comfortably in his seat, his eyes taking in the equipment. “So where exactly are we going?” he asked.

“Just a little training field,” Jack remarked. “The people who maintain it owe me a few favors, and I cashed one in.”

“It wouldn’t be from UNIT, would it?” Ryo asked, excited.

“Dear God, don’t let him near those red berets,” Dee groaned. “Even if he might look sexy in one.”

“You’d look sexier,” Ryo said with a wink.

“So the Captain and the tea boy fantasies get forgotten for joyriding in red berets?” Jack asked, with an amused smirk.

“Jack!” Ianto chastised the Captain, realizing that Jack sat with Toshiko going over CCTV recordings from the day before.

“We’re flexible,” Dee quipped, leaning over to kiss Ryo’s red cheek. He was unfazed by the comment coming from the Captain, understanding the power of Torchwood’s CCTV. He knew Ryo was thinking along the same lines. He thought if the NYPD had something like that back home, it would make their jobs easier and bring justice quicker. “Besides, just don’t have the right type of coat.”

Jack laughed, deciding he definitely liked the two newcomers. He was curious to see how they would be on the field. He smirked when he saw Ianto shake his head in exasperation, knowing without really seeing the younger man’s face, that he rolled his eyes.

“It’s not too far out from the city,” Ianto said when the group grew silent. “We should be there shortly.”

** ** * ** **

Ryo’s dark eyes scanned as much of the area that he was able. Long stretches of fields with dried grass and weeds gave to a wooded area off to one side. In the distance, there was a long abandoned building.

There was still no sign of the others since they arrived. Currently they stood at an outdoor firing range set up. Ianto was handling the controls, as well as setting each detective up with the next weapon to be used.

So far it had been small arms. Jack was impressed with Dee’s ability to get his target, and completely floored with Ryo’s. With amusement Ryo noted that Dee was far better with automatic weapons than revolvers.

Dee let off a single shot and Ryo’s attention turned to the set up.

Ianto snorted. “Congratulations. You just shattered his forefinger.”

Dee smirked. “You did say he was holding a gun, possibly taking aim to fire.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. Ryo’s grin grew. All those private practice sessions at the firing range paid off.

Ryo looked over at Ianto. “Exactly. Now assuming he was still able to hold the gun after getting shot, tell me how he is going to fire with a shattered finger?”

Ianto’s mouth dropped while Jack laughed in appreciation. Ryo gave his own smirk. “It took years, but I can see my lessons in getting Dee to think before shooting are paying off.”

“That’s impressive,” Jack remarked as Dee handed the gun to Ianto. “I’m almost afraid to see what you will do now.”

Ryo laughed, taking the offered automatic from Ianto in his hand.

Jack watched with interest as Ryo stepped up to the line. The way the older detective held the gun, he almost molded his hand with the contours of the handle. He did not grip the gun too tightly, like many were apt to do, Dee included. Once they were over the review part of the training, he was going to see what he could do to get Dee to relax his grip a little.

Dee came over to stand next to Jack. He winked at the Captain and turned to watch his husband as Ianto repeated the situation again for Ryo. Ryo nodded, checking his gun, and then waited for the word.

Jack nudged Dee, indicating with a nod for Dee to give it.

“GO!!!” Dee yelled out.

Ryo fell into position, half crouching as the target slowly moved, eyes accessing the situation, his mind on what Ianto told him. Lifting the automatic, using two hands, he went into a stance not unlike the one in the shop the day before. Before any of the other men knew what happened, Ryo let off four quick shots.

Jack’s eyes went wide, Ianto’s mouth hung open and Dee cheered his husband on.

Ryo dropped his arms, still holding the gun and studied his handiwork.

Ianto was checking the reading. “Forefinger, shoulder, leg and foot, in that order,” he read off.

“That was impressive,” Jack remarked.

Ryo shrugged, handing the automatic to Ianto. “That last shot was a stray. I was going for kneecap, but I lost my balance on a rock.” His eyes glared down at a stone on the ground and he kicked at it.

Jack shook his head, while Dee chuckled.

“Now that I have an idea of how you handle small arms, there are just a few pointers I want to give you before we head out on a ‘mission’. Ryo, that goes for you too.”

Ryo frowned, his ego obviously bruised.

Jack guided Dee over to join his frowning husband.

Dee grinned at Ryo. “He’s probably making up something just so he can lay on some of the Jack Harkness weapon training on you too,” he stated with a wink.

Jack had to laugh as the frown immediately left Ryo’s face. “Well, I guess there is always room for improvement,” Ryo said.

“You’re both not too shabby. Not at all in fact.” He glanced over at Dee. “So what position did you come in the last time they did that precinct wide testing?”

“Third. And JJ came in second.”

Ryo’s grin grew at the memory of the surprise results. For as long as JJ had been at the precinct, both sharp shooters would always tie for first place, until that last time. “JJ is the other sharpshooter,” Ryo explained. “We always seem to tie.”
“However, what they taught you in handling situations in the streets of New York City, is not exactly the same as what you need to know tracking down aliens,” Jack said to the two men.

Both detectives nodded in understanding.

“Even if one can argue that most New Yorkers are aliens,” Ianto quipped.

Jack lifted an eyebrow and chuckled. Both New Yorkers opened their mouths to snap out something in defense, but no sound came out.

Dee nodded. “He may have a point there.”

“Ianto, give them flashlights and a weapon and let’s see how they look,” Jack instructed.

Ianto handed each man the gun he had done the best shooting with, along with standard issue Torchwood flashlights. “Now how do you use ‘em?”

Ryo held his gun in one hand, the light in the other. “For work, this is typical.” He looked over to Ianto, his hands moving into a new position. “But for Torchwood, I believe this would be the proper way?” He still held the gun in his right hand, his left hand steadying it, while holding the light under the gun.

Jack nodded. “Yeah. Dee?” he asked and waited for the green eyed detective to put his hands into the same position, except the gun was in his left hand and light in his right. “You have the right concept, but you need to work on that a little.

He moved to stand behind Dee, his arms slipping around the other man’s waist so his hands rested on Dee’s. He moved in an inch, until their bodies touched.

Ianto rolled his eyes, then looked to see Ryo’s reaction. Jack’s method of training attractive people went several steps beyond what many would consider sexual harassment. He was surprised to see a grin on Ryo’s face as the half Japanese man’s dark smothering eyes fixed on his husband and Jack.

Dee seemed distracted. Jack leaned his head forward and murmured, “Relax. We need to work on your grip on the gun anyway. You hold it way too tight. Here,” he purred, “just loosen up a little.”

Dee groaned. Ryo groaned, licking his lips.

It was going to be a long night for the two detectives once they retired for the night.

Dee’s mind went foggy, before he snapped back to the situation before him. With the single reflective action, he remembered past training sessions lead by his husband in getting his mind past distractions and onto the situation he was facing. He took a deep breath, and visibly relaxed. The overall body language was deceiving. While he didn’t look like a man ready to spring into action firing a gun, Jack felt otherwise. With a grin, he managed to get Dee to loosen his grip, moving both hands until they were in a less awkward position. Jack’s eyes lingered on the long, graceful, olive-toned neck, tempted to rest his lips on the smooth column. Dee did not seem like he needed to shave as often as most men. The only indication that Dee would need to shave was watching as the man picked out his toiletries the day before, complaining that the Cardiff did not carry his brand of shaving cream.

Jack pulled his head away from Dee’s marginally, and turned to meet Ianto’s eyes. Ianto nodded and set up the next situation. It was one of the simple ones.

“You just turned a corner, and was immediately spotted by your prey, who is now advancing on you,” Ianto directed.

“Remember, that we kill only when it’s ‘kill or be killed’,” Jack reminded him.

Dee nodded. Jack released Dee’s hands, the Captain’s hands still hovering a couple of inches away. His long, muscular body still touched Dee’s strong broad back.

“And… go,” Jack instructed, not yelling because of the proximity of his mouth to Dee’s ear.

Dee fired off the gun.

“Upper arm and kneecap,” Ianto relayed.

“Not bad,” Jack stated, finally pulling away from Dee. “We can’t always assume that shoulders and knees could cripple an alien. Or it could very well kill them.”

Dee sighed and nodded.

“Which is why it’s important to listen to information as it’s coming in,” Jack continued, his voice loud enough to include Ryo in the lecture. “Sometimes we don’t have the time for that option, so you do the best you can. But if information is coming through, I expect you to at least consider it in going through your options.”

“Roger that,” Dee commented.

Jack caressed Dee’s arm, and stepped back. “Give him the full run,” he instructed to Ianto as he went to stand next to Ryo.

One thing Jack’s eyes did pick up on while he had been watching them were even casual clothes were picked with the same eye that had been used in buying suits. Both men reported to their first day of work wearing business casual, which was what Jack had suggested. It would be a shame to already put that suit Ryo had picked out through what was planned for the day.

When Jack and Ianto were satisfied with Dee’s results, and assured that time and practice will take care of the rest, Jack’s attention went to Ryo. Jack stood at the line, grinning at Ryo in a way that made the detective flush. “Next victim,” Jack said, holding his hand out toward Ryo.

Dee went to stand next to Ianto, handing the gun over. He watched the two men at the line with his arms folded across his chest. “This is going to be interesting,” he remarked, mostly to himself.

“Should I make sure the rest of these weapons are out of your reach?” Ianto asked, his eyes also on Ryo and Jack.

Dee shook his head. “This is different. He’s just a fantasy,” the tall, dark haired detective replied, indicating Jack. “At least that’s what he used to be. Fictional characters.”

“But Jack is a very living person now,” Ianto pointed out cautiously.

“Yup. So are you. Not many people get to fulfill fantasies with fictional characters. I’m willing to let it go where it takes Ryo, and I’m certain I’ll still reap in the best benefits at the end.” He smiled over at Ianto, green eyes glittering. “Besides, trying to kill Jack would be a waste of a good bullet.” He winked roguishly.

Ianto laughed uneasily. It was not Dee that made him feel uncertain. He could see that Dee also admired the fantasy of Captain Jack Harkness enough not to want to harm the real man. Yet he could sense this was new territory to the detective. Other than the fiction to real part. In any other circumstance, he could see Dee would not so willingly just step back while Ryo interacted with another, while hoping for fringe benefits at the end.

Ianto was also aware of his own feelings since spending time with the couple. He was not yet able to sum it up enough to admit what exactly it was, but he was aware of something.

Dee rested a hand on Ianto’s shoulder, his eyes going momentarily from the sight of Ryo leaning further into Jack’s hold, trembling just a little. “We’ve been happy for all these years,” Dee said softly to Ianto, “but that doesn’t mean there wasn’t trouble, or rough spots. But you learn from them, forgive, and work harder. One thing I learned above all else is that I trust my husband. I trust him body and soul.” His head flicked in the direction of the other two. “Even if he’s flesh and blood right now, Jack is still a fantasy.” Dee’s eyes met Ianto’s. “As are you. Meanwhile, I’m reality to Ryo, as he is to me.”

“Would you really let him if….?” Ianto asked.

Dee nodded. “Yeah. ‘Cause I’d feel like a bastard if I could not give the man I love the gift of a lifetime.” He smiled again. Ianto did not get to reply when the otherwise silence of the area was destroyed by a gun blast.

“Shit!” Ryo exclaimed, while Jack laughed.

Jack held his hands up defensively. “Okay, okay. Let’s try this again. Only I’ll stand over there. Just remember what I showed you.”

Dee chuckled, realizing what had happened. With a smirk, he called out to his husband, “I think you need some lessons on overcoming distractions later.” He winked at Ianto, the look in his eyes indicating that Jack was not to be around for those lessons.

“I’m sorry. Really sorry,” Ryo stated, grimacing. He flashed a halfway annoyed look in Jack’s direction. “They never used him when I was in training in sniper school.”

Dee laughed again, Ianto finally joining him. Jack winked at the two laughing men. Joining them, Jack said, “Ianto, give him the full run.” He looked over at Ryo. “And remember what I taught you.” He shook a finger in Ryo’s direction.

Ryo blushed, grinning ruefully. The embarrassed man took a deep breath, willed up all his training, along with a few tricks learned when he did have Dee provide distractions during their private training sessions. The visible change was immediate. The man went from embarrassed to a killing machine. Even the flush across his face was gone. Eyes turned hard and cold as he looked over to the targets.

“That’s my boy,” Dee remarked. “I think he’s ready.”

“Let him have it,” Jack instructed.

“Yes sir,” Ianto said, punching in the buttons to work the program.

** ** * ** **

There was still no sign of the others later, when they were finished with the first half of training. As they cleaned up the area, Jack explained that training with rifles would come later after a meal break, if time allowed. If not, it would be for another day.

Jack was still debating on which of the two options to offer to keep the two wayward men working with Torchwood, but he already knew they had what it took to offer them work, rather than turn them over to Interpol or the Cardiff police. He came to that decision based on what he saw during the first phase of the training session, as well as what he gathered from the men’s personalities. They would be able to handle any jobs given to them. Jack had worked for Torchwood long enough, had recruited new members enough to know they had that special something. On another note, he was glad he was given the option, since he still felt that he needed to keep them near, and not just set them off on their own until opportunity arose for the men to be returned to their own dimension. Jack was yet to pin down what exactly nagged at his instincts, but he understood enough to follow them. He was aware that the instinct grew stronger when he was with Dee. There was something about that man, and it wasn’t just sexual; although if given the chance, Jack would have no qualms about flipping over the attractive detective and having his way with him. He would not hesitate a second if opportunity arose for such fun with either of the two men. Assuming Ianto was willing to go along with it.

They had set out for the building, Jack already laying down the “mission”. Dee and Ryo were set up with guns and Bluetooth earpieces, and the four set across the field in formation, eyes sweeping for signs of danger. Jack and Ianto knew that the ‘danger’ was to be provided for by Gwen, Owen and Toshiko, but even they had no idea of what and when that would be. Jack just gave the overall idea for the mission, and left Gwen in charge of coming up with the rest. Three heads went immediately together, and Jack actually felt sorry for the two men. He even felt a little trepidation for himself and Ianto. While the objective was serious, there was no reason for it to not be fun. Those three had proved many times over the course of time that when they allowed it, some serious fun could be made, as if they welcomed the chance to unwind from yet another day of saving the world from aliens.

As they approached the building, Jack looked over at Ianto, who was taking readings provided for by the “enemy”. The two detectives were peering about at their surroundings. Before Ianto could get the words out that a sentient being was heading around the building in their direction, Owen had rounded the corner. Dee had already noticed him, and as he aimed toward the already dead man, a simple nudge brought Ryo’s attention to the problem. Owen put his hands up as two guns were pointed in his direction, cold hard eyes that if were able to shoot lasers, he would be dead from the looks alone.

Jack laughed. “I must say you make such a big scary alien threat,” he called out to Owen, as he gestured with his hand to call off his trainees.

“Bloody hell, Jack. I already have a freakin’ ugly bullet wound to remind me that guns kill,” Owen remarked. Visibly relaxing when both men pointed their guns to the ground, he suggested with a wicked grin. “Since you can’t die, I suggest you put yourself in their line of fire. These blokes are damn dangerous.”

“Oh, I could die,” Jack reminded him.

“He just keeps coming back,” Ianto finished.

“Just like the Energizer bunny,” Dee remarked. Ryo snorted, then laughed. Watching Owen also break out in laughter, they realized that some things remained consistent between the two dimensions.

“The Energizer bunny,” Ianto chuckled, blue eyes set on Jack. “I need to remember that one.”

Jack shook his head and sighed, trying not to join in the laughter. “Alright already. I assume we have other alien threat waiting for us. Let’s go inside. Dee, Ryo, points for that, by the way. Owen, go back to your alien commander for new instructions.

“I heard that, Jack!” Gwen’s voice came over the comm. Jack had opened communication between the group and his second while the others had their laugh.

“You should feel honored,” Jack remarked. “Owen was obviously no match for them. I hope you have better planned.”

“If we can’t get them at least injured once, not really of course, then I quit,” Gwen remarked.

“You can’t quit,” Jack said with a smile. “’Cause then you won’t be able to stare at all the pretty men around here.”

“Piss off, Jack! Bring them on. We’re ready for them.”

Jack laughed. “I’m sure you are. I’m cutting off communication now. Can’t give the aliens advantage of knowing our location.”

As he cut off the comm., he glanced over at Ianto. The younger man shook his head. “Well, obviously they aren’t fazed by scary looking zombies.”

“I’m still here, Ianto,” Owen called out.

“Yes, you are,” Jack replied. “And why? I thought I gave you an order.”

Owen shook his head and grumbling under his breath, turned to go back around the corner he came from.

Dee had glanced over at Ryo with a telling look on his face when Ianto spoke. “Are we fazed by big bad zombies?” he asked slyly.

“Fuck you, Dee! This is obviously not our world.”

“You can’t dismiss what you don’t understand,” Dee snapped back, paraphrasing a line Jack had used in an episode.

Ryo went to open his mouth, but his eyes shifted over to Jack. He sighed. “You know, I never once gave that thought while we were here.”

Dee rubbed Ryo’s shoulder comfortingly. Licking his lips, he looked over at the other two. “So Captain, are we going in to hunt aliens or what?”

“Go ahead,” Jack replied. “I want you to head to the far side of the building. Ianto and I will be behind you, checking out any corners you might have missed.”

Dee’s pride wanted to say that they don’t miss corners, but even in police work, it had been proven that a second set of eyes can save lives. He merely nodded and took out his flashlight from a jacket pocket. He nodded at Ryo, who went ahead, listening carefully before opening the door.

Ianto nodded at Jack as the two followed. “They work well together,” Ianto pointed out. “Fluidly.”

“Indeed,” Jack agreed. Which was just as well. Freelance agents would many times find themselves without the others of Torchwood while carrying out their duties. It was a plus to Jack, and on the side of allowing them to become agents.

Fifteen minutes later found them on the far side, in an open space. Working together as a team, they had downed Tosh’s hologram threat, and overcome Tosh, declaring her a prisoner. Jack and Ianto were impressed enough that instead of sending Tosh back to Gwen for further instructions, Jack called to his second, informing her that once they found her and Owen, they were going to break for a late lunch.

The end of the building where they stood had an upper level providing walkways and a loft. A few closed spaces upstairs. And very likely where they would find Gwen or Owen. Tosh followed them, observing, her eyes especially on the newcomers. She saw the exchanges of looks between the two men, and how they would look at Jack at times. She understood the looks for what they were. Her eyes probably reflected the same thing as she watched the partners in action. It was one thing to read about them, see drawings of the two working together to solve crimes, but another to actually see the real men in action. It was a thrill to Toshiko. It was a shame she could never share this unique and wonderful experience with her cousins who loved the manga series FAKE.

Dee and Ryo were upstairs, along one of the walkways when they all heard a sound from below. Toshiko, who remained downstairs, merely moved off to get out of the way.

“It’s that bloody zombie,” Dee hissed, amused.

Ryo gave Dee a double look, then smirked. “Bloody? Serious?”

“Fuck you,” Dee growled.

“I have him,” Jack’s voice came over the comm. “Keep looking for Mama Alien.”

A squawk of indignation came over their comms and all the men laughed.

Ianto leaned over the railing on their side and using his fingers instead of a gun, loudly exclaimed. “Bang bang, you’re dead.”

Owen walked out into their view. “Thank you for reminding me of that, Ianto.”

“You’re very welcome.”

Ryo burst out in laughter over the exchange. It took him only a moment to register that he did not hear Dee’s laughter. He looked over to his husband in question.

He found Dee staring along the walkway into a loft.

“What?” Ryo asked.

“I think I found her,” Dee grinned. “There was movement over there.” He indicated toward the loft.

“Go get ‘em,” Jack’s voice instructed.

“Roger that, Captain,” Ryo remarked, setting off to follow Dee.

“Honestly, Owen,” Ryo head Jack’s voice as the Captain and the Tea Boy headed down the stairs. “Couldn’t you have put in a least a little imagination? We’re going to have to go over some new drills later this week.”

Groans were heard from all around over the comms.

“I hope we didn’t start anything,” Ryo remarked, as he came to stop behind Dee, who was carefully doing a visual sweep of the loft.

Dee grinned. “Sounds like fun to me. Besides, Jack’s a much prettier boss than the Badger, wouldn’t you say?”

Ryo chuckled. He indicated for Dee to take one side of the loft, while he took the other. He came up with no sign of Gwen. “Nothing. Anything Dee?” he asked.

He turned toward the other man to find him standing near a wall, looking at a corner.

“Dee?” Ryo asked, noting there was no sign of Gwen. “What is it?”

“Dunno,” Dee remarked. “I see… something.”

“Hologram?” Ryo asked.

Dee turned to look at Ryo. “Don’t you see it?”

“What?”

“Couldn’t be a hologram then, because you would have seen it.”

“Seen what, Dee?” Ryo asked, knowing the others were listening in on them.

“It’s gone. But it was there. It looked real enough, but I don’t think it noticed me. It was right here when I first saw it,” Dee replied, indicating the spot where he stood. “I… I reached out to touch it, but as solid as it looked, my hand went through it.”

“Ghosts?” Jack’s voice asked over the comm..

Dee shook his head, then realizing the Captain would not see it, replied, “No. I know a ghost when I see one. Believe me. It was not a ghost. But… it didn’t look human either. It wasn’t as wispy as a ghost.”

“Wispy?” Ianto asked.

“You know, fuzzy. Translucent. This was opaque.”

“I think Dee needs to eat,” Ryo remarked, rolling his eyes. Leave it to Dee to get worked up enough and into the game to start seeing imaginary aliens.

There was no time for further speculation when a pile of hay went falling from a hidden loft above. As both men looked up, they saw Gwen leaning over the edge, laying on her belly, with a big alien looking contraption pointed at them. “Try to get out of this one, pretty boys,” she crowed.

Dee and Ryo assessed the situation and agreed surrender was their only option. They held their hands up.

“We have trouble,” Ryo spoke into the comm, instinct telling him to alert others of their situation. He was still looking up at Gwen, who smiled triumphantly down at them, so he only heard Dee’s voice.

“Yeah,” Dee drawled amused, his voice also coming over Ryo’s Bluetooth. “Just goes to show, don’t fuck with Big Mama Alien.”

Laughter came from all around them, as Gwen laughed so hard, she dropped her weapon. Which Ryo easily caught and pointed it up to her.

“Bang bang, you’re dead,” he repeated Ianto’s earlier phrase.