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------------------------------------ Setting – Coastal Town in Southern Sweden Time – Late Spring, 1942, Jack was in a small bar, seated in the back, his eyes watching the crowd. He looked down at his wrist, pressing a few buttons on the device fastened there. He waited for the results and sighed. The readings were still strong, the new tests only confirming what the initial tests had found. He got up, moving to the back where the bar's owner was sitting. The old man pointed jack to a door, the officer nodding as he moved back. Entering the office, he paused, his nose wrinkling at the stale smell that accosted him. He knew the owner was a Geterilurian, exiled to Earth over 40 years ago. He knew Geterilurian's had glands, much like a skunk, that contained a very foul smelling liquid. He still always felt like gagging when he encountered the odor. He moved to what looked like a ham radio, flipping a few switched and listening to the very un-ham radio like hum. He should ship this technology off to Torchwood, but he happened to like having access to certain things, especially when he had to do a side job. And this little venture with Dr. Magnus was very much a venture and very much on the side. The Doctor intrigued him, he liked her. His commandng officer's voice brought him back from his musings. He reported on the results of the meeting and that Dr. Magnus was successful in making contact. He assured his commander he would discreetly follow the two women, trying to keep a line on what their progress would be. He knew how important this mission was. He actually knew better than most, except perhaps the elusive Dr. Magnus. He knew she had not laid all her cards on the table. Another trait about her he liked. He signed off and then dialed the channel to another frequency, this one off world. He was hoping to get a bead on what Mengele had acquired. He'd like to think he could take the monster down, but he knew it was more a task of muzzling the beast. Mengele was a name that would be whispered in shadowy corners for millenia to come. But then, there was more to the scientist than most knew. Something else he was sure Helen Magnus knew about. He cursed a bit as the contact had not been successful. he wheedled a bit of a deal and then turned off the radio, sitting back in the chair, rocking a bit as his thoughts wandered. This was not going to be an easy mission. He just hoped it was not going to be his last. Or if it was, maybe he could have a go with a few beautiful women and men beforehand. He put his feet up, kicking off his boots as he reclined back a bit more, intending to take a short nap. He wondered what the dear Dr. Magnus though about threesomes; that thought bringing a smile to his face as he let his mind wander more.
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