London's East End.
HGJ: "Anything from that dratted scanner of yours, Captain? We've been perpetually perambulating with pitiful progress! Three hours, and no results."
CJH: "You're welcome to leave us at any time, Jago. You have no idea just how cluttered this city is with temporal interference and cosmic flotsam."
GL: "I assume it's akin to searching a haystack for a solitary needle."
CJH: "If the haystack itself was made of slightly larger needles, then yeah. More like finding a straight guy at a One Direction concert."
HGJ: "Confound your curious colloquialisms, Captain! I'd get a straighter answer from Casey after he's been generously guzzling the gin."
CJH: "Oi! You're one to talk, Whiskers."
HGJ: "Blasted cheek!"
GL: "Jago, perhaps an element of collected calm is in order. We are in the middle of an investigation, after all."
HGJ: "But that's just the point, Professor. What results have we, following this feckless fellow and good for nothing gadgets."
*beep* *bleep* *beep*
CJH: "You're in luck, Whiskers. We've gotten a signal, seemed to be concentrated on that building there."
GL: "You mean, the isolated building at the end of the lane?"
HGJ: "About time, I think. But the place looks deserted and decrepit dwelling. Surely that can't be the source of your disturbances."
CJH: "Only one way to find out. Whiskers, Prim, onwards!"
GL: "I'm beginning to tire of this insufferable oaf, to be blunt."
HGJ: "Agreed, Litefoot. The sooner this mess is sorted out, the better. I'd take a supernatural spectral sighting over this smarmy sod any day."
GL: "Judging by the look of this place, you might just have your wish granted. Come along Henry, we'd best catch up with the Captain."
Dilapidated Building, East End.
CJH: "Hmm. This place is run-down. Nobody's lived here for years, at least."
GL: "Is there a name or house number? Perhaps we could check it's ownership in the land registry?"
CJH: "Nice thought, but no dice. There is a nameplate, but it's been scratched beyond recognition."
HGJ: "But look at the markings. Very deliberate. Like symbols."
CJH: "Some sort of code or language, perhaps? Well spotted, Whiskers. But it doesn't look like anything I remember."
HGJ: "It seems familiar though, like I've seen it before. That giant eye in particular stands out, but I can't for the life of me recall from where."
GL: "I'm sure it'll come to you in due course, Henry. Shall we attempt entry?"
CJH: "Be my guest."
GL: "Oh. The gate is locked. Quite a sizable padlock too. Any the perimeter is too high to scale. Very well secured for an abandoned house..."
CJH: "Not a problem, Prim. Stand back, lads. I've got this."
Jack withdrew his pistol, expertly aiming at the padlock. With a single echoing shot, the lock shattered and the gate creaked obligingly open.
GL: "Well, if there is anyone inside, we've lost the element of surprise."
CJH: "With my brilliant smile, Jago's people skills and your bedside manner, who needs surprise?"
HGJ: "Corks!"
GL: "What's the matter, Henry?"
HGJ: "That window, bottom left. Could have sworn I saw a sinister silhouette in the shadows. Like a man with a burning torch in his hand."
CJH: "Well, I can't see anything now, but the scanner is friskier than a student on a Cardiff Saturday night! This is definitely the spot."
GL: "Should we summon the police? It seems the assistance of Inspector Quick and Scotland Yard's finest may be prudent."
CJH: "No, I don't think so. I work better without police interference. It's a headache Torchwood prefers to avoid."
HGJ: "Hold on Captain. Who knows what fiendish forces lie in wait here? Litefoot is right, we could do with some backup."
CJH: "Do whatever you think best Whiskers, I'm going in. Wait here if you like."
GL: "Oh, subtlety is a dying art in the youth. Quick Jago, we'd best be after him. He's bound to end up in trouble at this rate."
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