"For one night can't things just go smoothly? Just one night?"
He talked as though someone was there, but there wasn't anyone but himself and the faint echo of his voice against the walls.
But as he clicked into the Torchwood computer files he frowned. He opened up folders and pathways but they seemed wrong. They had been moved. Files in different places, in different orders. Nothing malicious, and Jack could almost think Ianto had changed them. But he hadn't. He knew he hadn't.
"What the..."
More than the change though there was something else. Something new.
He accessed the rift information. No spikes. Oh but look, something else, and whatever it was it was still there. A transmission. Something being sent. Something infiltrated. Were they under attack? Oh he didn't like that.
The pathway seemed to trace like a thread around files. Mostly case information. News data and nothing too severe. There was almost order in it.
The path led him to a whole nest of files that had never existed before. They seemed to be set up on a network between each other. Intricate in a way. Detailed. But they seemed to knot back on eachother. Files leading to nothing, pathways confused and... oh, corresponding with a small energy surge.
Interesting.
Well maybe Ianto would be up at home. He could speak to him and ask..
Jack opened up a dialogue box on his screen, ready to send Ianto a message.
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"For one night can't things just go smoothly? Just one night?"
He talked as though someone was there, but there wasn't anyone but himself and the faint echo of his voice against the walls.
But as he clicked into the Torchwood computer files he frowned. He opened up folders and pathways but they seemed wrong. They had been moved. Files in different places, in different orders. Nothing malicious, and Jack could almost think Ianto had changed them. But he hadn't. He knew he hadn't.
"What the..."
More than the change though there was something else. Something new.
He accessed the rift information. No spikes. Oh but look, something else, and whatever it was it was still there. A transmission. Something being sent. Something infiltrated. Were they under attack? Oh he didn't like that.
The pathway seemed to trace like a thread around files. Mostly case information. News data and nothing too severe. There was almost order in it.
The path led him to a whole nest of files that had never existed before. They seemed to be set up on a network between each other. Intricate in a way. Detailed. But they seemed to knot back on eachother. Files leading to nothing, pathways confused and... oh, corresponding with a small energy surge.
Interesting.
Well maybe Ianto would be up at home. He could speak to him and ask..
Jack opened up a dialogue box on his screen, ready to send Ianto a message.