"Our friend with the alien machine in his pocket is one Sean Harris, AKA Bernie," Jack explained back at the Hub.
"And what he's doing with an alien machine is anyone's guess," Nightingale grumbled. "19 years old. String of convictions, burglary, shoplifting, credit cards,"
"Do warn me if he's dropping in," Ianto said, handing the team their food for the hour.
"The theft conviction. He was stealing tires off a car when the owner turned up, which gave him so much grief that he apologized and started putting them back on again, which is when the police showed up." Toshiko read off, "And here, the shoplifting conviction. Bottle of vodka and three Pot Noodles,"
"Criminal mastermind," Owen teased sarcastically as he continued playing his arcade game. "Got anywhere with that mystery object?"
"Alien, of course." Jack explained, "Gorgeous nanotechnology. Makes NASA look like Toys R Us,"
"You've really narrowed things down, haven't you?"
Nightingale picked the object up. "At the station, it was doing this. And when I held it, it lit up and went mad,"
"It's not doing it now, is it?"
"No,"
"So, what next?" Toshiko wondered.
"This kid, Bernie, where does he live?"
"Splott,"
"Splott?" Nightingale echoed.
"I believe estate agents pronounce it Splow,"
Nightingale looked over at Jack. "Is this some of that Earthling humor? Or am I missing something?"
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Nightingale: Agent of Torchwood
FanfictionAfter losing Loki to the abyss of time and space, Nightingale chooses to go to Earth to search for her brother. But despite wanting to live a life of peace while mourning the loss of her love, trouble always seems to manage to follow her. Trouble th...
