Post by Kastiel on Mar 1, 2010 18:14:34 GMT 12
Kastiel sighed, putting his feet on the messy desk. He knew Ianto would berate him for the mess later – such a tidy person he was, that Ianto of there’s. At the moment through, he had a little mystery of his own to sort out, sheets of paper with paragraphs of writing; police reports maybe, and article clippings raggedly cut sat side by side in one wide-spread mess across his desk.
He sighed and closed his eyes, willing his brilliant brain to click it all into place. After a moment he felt silly, and a little to relaxed – enough so to fall asleep even, maybe, and decided to open his eyes. Taking up a different position, elbows on desk and head in arms as he scanned the mess.
He knew he had already been here for hours... he just didn’t have family, hardly a hope, and practically no family to speak of to tempt him anywhere else. Right here was his job, and what his life had become. Here was mystery’s to amuse his brilliant mind, and secrets to unlock before an ingenious design; the computer. He knew that in his own world, his people would be thought of as primitive by these lot, and even through he missed it with all his heart... his place now was here.
Speaking of the ingenious computer... he turned to the screen next and set tapping away. Maybe there was something he was missing... surely there was a way to see the bigger picture here. He hacked into the police net work – that was no biggy, and started scanning through more fills. His hand froze on his mouse and he started at the writing before him, finally... finally it all clicked to place. This guy had to be it... he had to be the one kidnapping the weevils. The question now, was why?
He tapped his fingers on the desk, wondering if his brilliant mind was slowing down with the amount of coffee he was consuming, or the lack of sleeping he was giving it. Maybe the latter. He snorted, no, it would be both.
He sighed wearily, he needed sleep... he knew it was stupid to starve himself of sleep. He could slow himself down, his reactions, his ability to think. And then, he might be to slow when it came to saving someone else’s life. He couldn’t just think of himself here, not on this job. He sighed, and resumed his tapping as he printed out the sheet. This guy he was looking for, he had recently been released from prison after what Kastiel thought was a loooong sentence, but appeared to some you could get, it was a relatively short one.
Basically, the man had done a hell of a lot of bad things... but they rushed the case, and in the end could only peg him for silly ones, what ever they could think of to get him under lock and key in the end. What a strange world this was... when a killer could now walk so free. He shook his head, that didn’t matter, well... it did, but right now he couldn’t’ connect his past actions to his case. What did this guy know of weevils? What did he know of Torchwood and aliens and the real world that he was living in? he stopped tapping, realising his fingers where beginning to ache, and not to mention his nails just weren’t long enough for it. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Wait... wait, maybe it was – *Riiiiiiiing* and then all else was shoved aside in a second as the emergency alarm went off. Immediately he minimised what he was working on and brought up the cameras around Torchwood. He studied them as quickly as he could, memorising details, flicking his eyes from one to another. What he saw... was a cell door open. He cursed and tried to remember what was in that cell... it took him a moment, and then he was shooting from his seat, throwing in his ear there small devices in case another Torchwood member came along with the prospect of helping.
A crazy human... had been in that cell. They had caught the man just that day, raving about crazy things and throwing people, and... large objects around like crazy. They had been waiting for Carlie to get in and give the guy a once over to see if she could find out what he was... they weren’t to sure he was human. One thing was for sure, through, he was dangerous, and very prepared to kill. He sprinted towards the cell, threw open the door, stun gun in hand as he looked about himself uneasily. Alright... so where was he? He creped forward and threw open the door that lead further into Torchwood. Damit... looked like he would have to go even further.
He sighed and closed his eyes, willing his brilliant brain to click it all into place. After a moment he felt silly, and a little to relaxed – enough so to fall asleep even, maybe, and decided to open his eyes. Taking up a different position, elbows on desk and head in arms as he scanned the mess.
He knew he had already been here for hours... he just didn’t have family, hardly a hope, and practically no family to speak of to tempt him anywhere else. Right here was his job, and what his life had become. Here was mystery’s to amuse his brilliant mind, and secrets to unlock before an ingenious design; the computer. He knew that in his own world, his people would be thought of as primitive by these lot, and even through he missed it with all his heart... his place now was here.
Speaking of the ingenious computer... he turned to the screen next and set tapping away. Maybe there was something he was missing... surely there was a way to see the bigger picture here. He hacked into the police net work – that was no biggy, and started scanning through more fills. His hand froze on his mouse and he started at the writing before him, finally... finally it all clicked to place. This guy had to be it... he had to be the one kidnapping the weevils. The question now, was why?
He tapped his fingers on the desk, wondering if his brilliant mind was slowing down with the amount of coffee he was consuming, or the lack of sleeping he was giving it. Maybe the latter. He snorted, no, it would be both.
He sighed wearily, he needed sleep... he knew it was stupid to starve himself of sleep. He could slow himself down, his reactions, his ability to think. And then, he might be to slow when it came to saving someone else’s life. He couldn’t just think of himself here, not on this job. He sighed, and resumed his tapping as he printed out the sheet. This guy he was looking for, he had recently been released from prison after what Kastiel thought was a loooong sentence, but appeared to some you could get, it was a relatively short one.
Basically, the man had done a hell of a lot of bad things... but they rushed the case, and in the end could only peg him for silly ones, what ever they could think of to get him under lock and key in the end. What a strange world this was... when a killer could now walk so free. He shook his head, that didn’t matter, well... it did, but right now he couldn’t’ connect his past actions to his case. What did this guy know of weevils? What did he know of Torchwood and aliens and the real world that he was living in? he stopped tapping, realising his fingers where beginning to ache, and not to mention his nails just weren’t long enough for it. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Wait... wait, maybe it was – *Riiiiiiiing* and then all else was shoved aside in a second as the emergency alarm went off. Immediately he minimised what he was working on and brought up the cameras around Torchwood. He studied them as quickly as he could, memorising details, flicking his eyes from one to another. What he saw... was a cell door open. He cursed and tried to remember what was in that cell... it took him a moment, and then he was shooting from his seat, throwing in his ear there small devices in case another Torchwood member came along with the prospect of helping.
A crazy human... had been in that cell. They had caught the man just that day, raving about crazy things and throwing people, and... large objects around like crazy. They had been waiting for Carlie to get in and give the guy a once over to see if she could find out what he was... they weren’t to sure he was human. One thing was for sure, through, he was dangerous, and very prepared to kill. He sprinted towards the cell, threw open the door, stun gun in hand as he looked about himself uneasily. Alright... so where was he? He creped forward and threw open the door that lead further into Torchwood. Damit... looked like he would have to go even further.
