Ghosts

Escape to LA

"Alright," John sighs. "I'm here to report a problem, I don't know how to solve it, and I don't who else can. Don't know if you guys can." He's trying to deny coming to us for help. "I came from LA," he pauses and checks his vortex manipulator, "two days in the future. There are no people there. Just bones. No animals either. And they didn't just leave. I checked."

"Tosh, check on LA," Jack orders. She starts typing, which must look pretty weird to John, who can just see the keys moving and not her.

"There's live footage of people there." She says, turning the computer so we can see.

"Well there's still time to save them. Let's go team." Jack says.

"It's not that simple," Ianto says. "We'll need to get ready and I don't know if you noticed, Jack, but we don't have a plane. And I don't think invisible people mix well with public transportation."

"Fine, I'll go book a private plane, you guys get ready."

"You are not going to go get a plane. You have no idea what we need. You'd end up getting a small two person thing. Or a helicopter. I'll find a plane." Ianto says, and leaves. Jack stares after him.

"Alright, so Ianto's getting a plane, what else will we need?" I ask Jack, who's still watching Ianto.

"Oh, um, I don't know. It would help if we knew what we were dealing with, but the disaster hasn't happened yet. So, Tosh, get some scanners and standard computer stuff," I don't think Jack really knows what he's talking about. "Owen, grab some test tubes and whatever you'll need. Don't need to worry to much about first aid, though, John's the only here who can really get hurt, and he's not coming. Hazel, You're gonna come with me and learn how to shoot. I doubt Owen did that well of a job." He smirks.

"Wait, why can't I come?" John asks.

"You were already there. It might be in two days, and we might prevent that from happening, but I don't want to risk you crossing your timeline." Jack replies.

After two hours, we have a plane ready and everyone's gotten their stuff together. I'm more comfortable with a gun, and shoot just as well with either hand, though neither is perfect.

John left an hour and a half ago, seeing no reason to stick around, so we say goodbye to Myfanwy and leave.

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Okay, screw it. I'm ending there. I've got nothing else to say in it. Technically it should of been part of Monday's chapter. Because this was uploaded in three parts over a week, cut me some slack if I update Tuesday or Wednesday next week. Thanks.