tampered | Log; Completed

Log; Completed

When; Monday Afternoon
Rating; PG
Characters; Toshiko Sato

warped_inside and Ianto Jones

king_coffee
Summary; The pair head underground to field test Tosh's latest gadget
Log;
They'd agreed to meet at Tosh's flat, so while she waited, she double and triple checked the glove for any sign of fraying or exposed wiring. The last thing they needed was Ianto tasing himself. Or her, for that matter. Tosh definitely preferred to remain in the not-tased category.

She already had her own kit ready -- handgun, comm piece, a small medical kit in the event of an emergency, and her PDA so that she could track both the movements of potential targets and any data from their tests.

Now all she needed was the man who'd be wearing the glove.

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Right on time when they'd decided to meet, Ianto knocked on the door of Tosh's apartment. He knew that she'd been working hard on the glove and considering that the taser was his weapon of choice he was looking forward to trying it out.

[ooc: Sorry for the lateness! I got caught up]

Tosh answered the door with a big smile on her face.

"Is it bad that I'm this excited about getting to do some field work?" She ushered Ianto inside and waved him toward where a pair of black leather gloves were laid out on the kitchen counter. "Left one's got the taser, right one is normal. Go ahead and try them on?"

[ooc: No worries! Glad you got free!]

"Well, I kind of miss field work, too." Probably proof of how much he'd changed during the course of his time at Torchwood three, considering he always used to wonder what on earth the appeal was.

Nodding at Tosh's instructions, Ianto picked up the gloves and pulled them on, then held his hands out in front of him and flexed them. The left felt very slightly different to the right, but he could hardly tell. "Wow."

That was the kind of response Tosh liked to hear. She grinned and turned Ianto's hand to point out the metal snap that fastened at the wrist, the outside covered with what looked like a decorative metallic button.

"Battery's under here. I'm working on some ideas for increasing the lifespan without increasing battery size, but right now it'll need to be replaced probably after any kind of moderate use. The connection's made when you fasten the snap, and I adjusted the charge so that it requires a fair amount of pressure to be set off. Which means normal movement of your hand, running it through your hair, things like that shouldn't trigger. You'll want to really grab or slap your target."

"You think of everything," Ianto grinned, leaving the button open for the moment, ready until they made it Underground.

"So, once I'm done being your guinea-pig, are you going to be making more? I know Martha's interested."

"Don't want you to wind up electrocuting yourself, do I?" Tosh laughed. She grabbed up her jacket and her bag so they could get started. "I thought about ways to try and give you control over triggering it, like a regular stun gun, but I haven't come up with anything yet that's not either too bulky or would require a much more advanced sort of interface."

Nodding at the question, she added as they headed out the door, "Yes, Martha's next on my list. And then I'll make more for the team if Jack wants to contract for some. Beyond that though, I'm going to be pretty select in vetting any requests. I don't want to just start arming the city ruffians with taser gloves."

Ianto grinned, and turned to leave with Tosh. "I don't think I'd enjoy electrocuting myself either," he said, putting his hands into the pockets of his black mac, marvelling at how natural the gloves felt. He knew that Tosh had measured every dimension of his hands, but still.

"Mm, no, it's a good idea to keep it select," he said, agreeing. It could end up pretty dangerous if just anyone had them. Ianto was quite pleased that he had the only pair in current existence.

Part of this whole experiment would be seeing how comfortable the gloves were as well, so Tosh was pleased that Ianto seemed to take to them quickly. And considering the Torchwood group's penchant for less subtle forms of weaponry, it was pretty likely he'd continue to own at least one of only a very few pair in existence.

"Have you any particular place in mind to check out? I haven't been Underground beyond the shopping district in a while, not since Luke and I did a little exploring."

Ianto liked his stun gun. It was at least a little more subtle than some of their other weaponry, he had to say.

"Not really. I haven't been Underground all that often, so I was kind of relying on you for where to go."

"No problem, I've got an idea on where to start anyway," Tosh replied, leading the way to one of the entrances to Underground. "I made a note of some areas I thought would be interesting to have a look at back when we were combing the sewers for Ellington."

Following Tosh's lead with his hands comfortably in his pockets, Ianto was armed with more than just the gloves. His gun, was as usual inside his jacket and the knife he'd won from Captain John all those months ago was tucked behind his belt.

"Interesting how? Torchwood interesting, or interesting otherwise?"

Tosh had only her gun, but she also figured that if they ran into anything that the pair of them couldn't take down, it would probably be something they shouldn't be tangling with anyway.

"Just potentially interesting at the moment," she explained, slowing her steps to study the readout on her PDA, and then directing Ianto around a turn. "But I have hopes of them being Torchwood interesting, considering some of the stories I've heard about this place. Also was hoping some of those zombies might have got left behind down here."
[ooc: I have to disappear for just a little while but I'll be back!]

Not bothering with his own PDA, knowing he wouldn't be able to get any readings that Tosh wasn't already getting, he followed the petite woman around the corner.

"Zombies? I hope they're different to Owen."

[ooc: Okay~]

Edited 2008-09-08 21:18 (UTC)

Tosh gave him a look over her shoulder. "No, more the lurching, brain-eating sort. Though now I'm imagining that Owen's down here living in some kind of zombie commune."

If they happened to stumble across their missing team member, that would be a nice bonus to the mission, she thought. "Got your torch? We're going to be running out of lights soon."

...last time Ianto had come up against the zombies, he and Jack had ended up swimming in the sewer. It hadn't been pleasant.

If Ianto came across Owen, he may have stunned him anyway, for being an idiot.

"Yup," he replied, pulling it out of his pocket, but not switching it on straight away.

Swimming in the sewers wasn't in Tosh's plans either, but she'd decided to be optimistic that any zombies they ran into could be dealt with or avoided. What she really wanted was something more like a weevil. That would make for a pretty good test.

She probably wouldn't have tried to stop Ianto from stunning Owen if they found him. She was ready to give their wandering team member a piece of her mind.

"So exactly how many jobs are you holding down now, anyway?" she asked with a little grin.

It had gotten to the point where they needed the torch, so Ianto switched it on.

"Oh, a few," he grinned, not ready to divulge as some of them weren't public knowledge - although Jack knew - and others were merely temporary. Ianto was careful enough that while he worked hard, he didn't let it become too much.

"Mm," answered Tosh, suspecting he was holding back some of what he was doing. Not that Ianto was required to report all his activities to her, of course. He seemed to be happy and rested, though, so that was all Tosh cared about.

She fished her own torch out of her pocket and switched it on, holding it in the same hand as her PDA so she had a hand free to draw her gun if necessary. "I think there's a sort of open area down to the right here, maybe originally part of an old building. Luke says there are a lot of those, that maybe sunk or were built over top of. Might be a good place to look."

Although most of the time, Ianto didn't actually mean to be so mysterious and enigmatic, sometimes he encouraged it a little bit.

Ianto made the motion to get ready to draw his gun, but at the last minute remembered what he was wearing. So, he snapped closed the fastener, which, as far as he knew, activated the glove.

A little mystery was a good thing. Tosh really could have benefited from a bit more herself at times.

Fastening the glove did indeed activate it, and Ianto might have noticed a very slight tingle from the electrical charge building. Hopefully, if Tosh's design worked properly, his hand would be shielded from anything more than some very mild heat and static charge.

She did draw her gun, and as they neared the entrance to the area she'd suggested, held up her PDA so Ianto could see the screen, showing two blue blinking dots with letters over their heads (T and A), and two red blinking dots.

It just came naturally to Ianto.

He did feel the slight tingle, but it wasn't at all uncomfortable. It was nice to know that it was working, too.

"That's had better not mean I have a tracker on me," he said with a grin, pointing at the screen with his right hand.

"Unfortunately," Tosh murmured softly, returning the grin, "it's only linked to your comm signal. We happen across another member of the team while we're down here, we'll pick them up as well."

She nodded at the display. "The two red dots are heat signatures."

[ooc: A? WTF? Sorry Ianto, your name is now spelled Ainto. >.<]

Which also meant that if one of them lost their comm link, they'd lose the signal.

"So you think they're one of the creatures that are down here? Or possibly just some other people wandering?"

[ooc: Haha oh dear XD]

Well, true, but Tosh was still trying to wrangle permission to chip them all.

"Could be either. Shall we have a look, see if they might provide us with a test subject?"

...Ianto really didn't want that to happen. What if he wanted to go somewhere by himself?

"Yup, sounds god to me," Ianto replied, resisting the urge to put his hands in his pockets.

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