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17 décembre 2009

Part I - chapter 4

IV

The paternal glance of Jack settled on his small active team.

  • Meeting !

His voice clicked in the air as the weekly music of the ice cream sailer car. Their attention got, he rolled eyes, as after the eternal clown that he was.

  • Lady and gentlemen, I present you... Alice !

He deviated from the video screen of the desk of Ianto. Four lower levels, Alice put her braid back in place. She had spent the night in the base. The soft and grey light allowed to seize her state of tiredness. They felt ashamed to observe it so without that she knew it.

- Baby!.. Murmured the captain to Ianto to draw his attention. This one took the document, with a serious face but a tiny glittering of desire in his eyes. Some seconds to be made an appearance , and the very particular secretary expressed in a monotonous voice :

" Alice, female, been born under X, on May 12th, 1965. Size : 5.9 foot , weight: 176 pounds.

Nationality: French. No family, neither relatives(parents) nor children.

A cat - he frowned

In fact, a female : Asia, completely black European cat, yellow eyes.

A photo of animal, magnificent, the sun made shone the bluish reflections of sound hairs supplied, appeared on the video screen. At the same moment, the voice of Alice resounded in French.

- Come here my beautiful!

Asia settled on the knees of her mistress with a big precaution. Her pupils were widely opened, incited and of humor player, a downy leg caught the wooden necklace around the neck of the human.

Ianto looked at his team-mates and asked by fixing Gwen, in her fifth month of pregnancy:

- anybody is not allergic to Felidae, here?

Rhys opened wide eyes. Worriing.

- No need to worry, she said.

Ianto resumed :

" On holidays in England, according to her passport. Hem...

Plane ticket return for Paris in three days.

Profession: none. Accident of motorcycle, three weeks ago.

Light bruises and an indicated platen machine.

Ownership: an old french 304 , brown. In very good state.

Smoke the cigar. "

Earing this information, Gwen smiled while waiting for Rhys's reaction: a shocked pout.

- What do you think about her ? asked Jack, his voice contained an unusual fatigue, suddenly. I engage her ?

- You do not ask us for our opinion, usually, says Ianto.

  • Well, we can always adopt new customs, he says... tone full of roguish allusions. Ianto smilled.

  • She leaves in 3 days emitted Gwen.

Harckness noted the distrust of these troops in front of the newcomer, but after Adam, and the death of Tosh, Owen and so many others... Every new meeting became in fact more difficult.

- It will be sufficient ! Well, I see that you agree, thus it is decided !

  • And what she will make ? risked Gwen...

He took few seconds to arrange his tone effect.

- I need a biographer! Jack smiled widely, leaving enough intensity in his game so that the doubt is allowed.

Was he really serious ?

  • Well, came out in favour Ianto...

    His soft and grave voice at once was so sensual, Jack cannot refrain from closing imperceptibly eyes, as we would listen to some notes of a symphony for the thousandth time without being able to satisfy hunger with it. The gooseflesh raised the spinal column and a shiver of terrible pleasure went through him.

    - why not! Concluded the butler of the base.

Jack felt for once that an explanation was necessary.

  • I have it enough to forget things ! Reminding me things and telling it to a nobody personn could avoid errors and tell certain things would allow me to forget them. Reports exist naturally but they do not speak about all this.

Steps were listened and the voice of Alice resounded even before they screw her . Also engrave, beautiful, harmonious, mastered, articulated as if every word weighed the weight of an incantation. Also tire.

- You should adopte a cat, Jack !

He chuckled and welcomed her french host. His glance went towards the heights of the hub, and he declared by savoring his effect :

- I already have a pterodactyl !

- Really? Alice raised eyes, worries.

  • Do not worry, he likes only the sauce with barbecue!

  • Seriously, baby – She got closer to his face, without taking charge too much of the reaction of unanimous glance of the others... You hunt Aliens and put back them in the temporal bus, if i understood well. You played with their lost property and you keep those who seem useful for the team. But why also do not find allies ?

  • What you also want your pussy I recruit? S houted he pointed nose in the air, playing the offended.
    - No, not Asia! ... She stared, in humbug way ... By the way, Asia is not a cat.

    - You're a witch! I knew ! ... Pointing an accusing finger. A witch ! She is witch!

Harckness got a good and gave the signal for end of meeting. Great strides, he went to the lab, followed by lending the woman he had rescued three days earlier.

- Jack, I'm serious, wait for me, will you !... It's not just humans who are worth on this planet. Just as in the entire universe ... I suppose.

He turned, his face dark, biting the lip upper left, a little annoyed.

- What do YOU know! His eyes shot her on a site.

- Hum ... Common sense, right ? Probabilities.


The words "common sens" was not something that Jack took lightly since he traversed the universe in all directions, including those of the infinite.
Or rather, everything, absolutely everything was light facing this words. And it could be very cruel and painful.

-Let me studie Weewils, for example, will you?

Harckness resumed his stride.

-
Document 555-6786 -726, Ianto explained that the conversation had taken a short distance while remaining discreet, as usual.

Alice sighed and looked alternately at the two men : she raised her voice.

- I do not mean scalpel or blood tests.
While its role to play in this universe, anyway, I think. Asia is one of the smartest cats I know. The evolution of a species is not linear, it plays back almost every new generation, each individual with genetic mutations but also mutations in the behavior or the ability to link things together, to feel as to love ... There may be a weewhil smarter, better able to communicate with us than others, that we know? What do you really know our enemies?

Jack stopped. Eyebrows raised, he estimated the determination of Alice and the risks incurred. He declaired :

- Ok, Alice. You have three days !

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