[Closed] for hofficoffi Like seeing a ghost.
"Yeah," Jack said, seemingly to nobody as he headed along another corridor. He was scoping out the base, trying to work out what was where and why. Knowing something would be a start and at the moment they knew barely that
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It was dim. lined with containers that Ianto couldn't pry open, and a few that he could. Of those, two were empty and one was full of optical discs that the computer wouldn't read.
Ianto had slipped one into his pocket anyway.
He continued, lighting the way in front of him with a small work torch he'd found earlier in the day. Hopefully, at the other end the corridor would lead to somewhere more fruitful.
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Ahead of him e could see the shape, a form of the person. Male? Humanoid. And in a suit, it seemed.
A pinstripe suit.
And... no. No. No, Jack knew that form. He knew that shape. And it couldn't be. It couldn't.
It bristled him down to his core.
"Put your hands in the air and turn around!" he barked out the command. Whatever this thing was, he wasn't going to let it mess with him like that.
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Ianto knew it so well. Despite the harsh tone, which in and of itself was familiar, he felt a surge of relief.
He was not stupid, however. And he did not particularly want to be shot because of a case of mistaken identity. Especially on Mars.
He raised his hands and turned around. In the shadows, he saw the figure of a man.
"Jack," he called out, almost a question. Just loud enough. A short pause, to allow for recognition, and then, "It's me. You can put the gun down."
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It looked so much like him.
His hair, his eyes, his nose. It was a perfect facsimile. And Jack hated it.
"Shut the hell up," Jack said, practically snarling, continuing to level the gun in the direction of this impostor.
"I've got no idea what the hell you are," he said dangerously, "but you've picked the wrong guy to try and fool."
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