Jack opened his mouth to speak when the sparks flew and shot out in different angles, rending the Marquis tracker useless.
"Oh you did not just do that," he said, seeing red and trying not to show it.
Inside he felt a completely unwarranted panic try and bubble up. He had no real idea why. He didn't even know what the chip was, let alone why it should worry him for it to be gone. But he was worried. Very worried.
"Do you see me going up to your stuff and damaging it? Do you see me going up to that stupid box of yours and setting it on fire? No!" As he spoke his voice got louder, and he stepped forward, into the Doctor's personal space, pointing in his face.
"I don't know who you think you are, but I know one thing, you don't deserve another minute of my time. So Doctor, it's been fun, really, I mean really great. But I've got better things to be doing, like oh I don't know, my job!"
And what job that would be, he wasn't quite sure. But he had a job, in Torchwood. Helping people. Stopping things. And he wasn't going to do any of that with this idiot.
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"Oh you did not just do that," he said, seeing red and trying not to show it.
Inside he felt a completely unwarranted panic try and bubble up. He had no real idea why. He didn't even know what the chip was, let alone why it should worry him for it to be gone. But he was worried. Very worried.
"Do you see me going up to your stuff and damaging it? Do you see me going up to that stupid box of yours and setting it on fire? No!" As he spoke his voice got louder, and he stepped forward, into the Doctor's personal space, pointing in his face.
"I don't know who you think you are, but I know one thing, you don't deserve another minute of my time. So Doctor, it's been fun, really, I mean really great. But I've got better things to be doing, like oh I don't know, my job!"
And what job that would be, he wasn't quite sure. But he had a job, in Torchwood. Helping people. Stopping things. And he wasn't going to do any of that with this idiot.