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Project One Torch Chapter 5
Summary: Niall doesnât like UNIT very much, which is lucky because Torchwood has an opening. Torchwood/1D crossover.
A/N: EEEEEK this took such a long time! I'm sorry! Extra-long to make up for it. It was SO MUCH FUN writing this. Hope you guys like.
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Niall looks over at Zayn, startled, then back at the screen. One of the three â Liamâs â has gone black. âWhatâs happened?â
âRift junk,â Louis answers. He sounds a little tense, although Niall wouldnât be able to tell from looking at his screen â heâs carrying on as though nothing happened. âGot him on the head.â
âHeâll be fine,â Harry adds. âJust keep on with BOPs, weâll be done soon.â
Sure enough, the mystery projectile is the only interesting thing that comes out of the Rift. Nothing else at all even flickers around the edges. Zayn seems disappointed with it, which has Niall wondering exactly what he was expecting.
âAll right,â Harry says once itâs all over. âYou can shut down, we should be back soon.â
âAye-aye,â Zayn answers smoothly, hitting a few keys with his left hand. âShut-down codes are same as activation.â
âRight.â Niall frowns a moment, trying to remember, then quickly taps in the same three codes. â17-BG16-12⊠and then with 11⊠and 07. Does that happen often? With the Rift junk?â
âHappens enough,â Zayn says shortly, the one-handed typing looking even more awkward as he continues. The sling looks like itâs holding him back from what he really wants. âIâve been hit a few times. If you stick around itâll happen to you, too. Thereâs procedure for it.â
He doesnât want a fight. He really doesnât. But⊠âIf I stick around?â
Zayn starts visibly, and fixes his eyes on the screen. âWell, um. Yeah.â
âDo you think Iâm going to leave?â
âI think⊠this job is a bit much for some people.â
Donât get angry. âI worked at UNIT for three years.â
âThis isnât UNIT, though. Itâs dangerous.â
âSo you donât think I can handle danger?â
Zayn seems to hesitate, and then at last looks up at Niall. âNot like this.â
Okay, maybe he can let himself get a little angry. âWhat does that mean?â
âHow long have you known Liam?â Zayn asks abruptly, and then immediately ducks his head again.
âThis is about Liam?â Niall doesnât believe this. If this were happening at UNIT â but this isnât UNIT, he reminds himself fiercely. This is different.
âItâs about you understanding that nothing here is permanent. Especially not people.â
âAnd youâre hoping Iâll be just another one floating through?â
Zayn jumps up and turns to start pacing, brimming with frustrated energy, and runs a hand through his hair. âThis isnât about you!â
âWhat did I do to make you hate me?â Niall demands, ignoring a flutter of fear at how confrontational heâs being. He doesnât want a fight, but that wish is being outweighed in the face of how much he does want answers.
âYou shouldnât even be here.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âYouâre not Alex!â Zayn explodes suddenly, whirls around, storms back. Niall gets to his feet automatically: this isnât peaceful anymore. âEveryone is just adapted to you being here now, and they think you mesh better, and I bet they like you better, but youâre not him. I never got any closure. I never got to say goodbye, Iâm not ready for hello.â
âNobody gives a damn about ready,â Niall retorts, finally unable to keep his temper down. âYou need to learn to suck it up. In UNIT, if somebody is burned alive, you canât let yourself show that you care, or youâre gone. Youâre expendable.â
âThatâs why youâre not ready,â Zayn says, sounding strangled. âYou use your head. We use our hearts.â
âMy head tells me this,â Niall answers, leaning in dangerously close. âAlex McCarthy is dead. Iâm here now, and youâre too busy being a whining prat to-â
The punch that connects with his mouth sends him reeling backwards. Heâs on the floor before he even realizes heâs been hit. Thereâs a solid crack, and he can feel blood welling up under his tongue. Without even thinking he spits it out on the floor, climbs back to his feet, and surges towards Zayn.
Immediately Niall has a plan of attack â heâd always been good at hand-to-hand. His eyes flit to the arm in the sling, Zaynâs left, his weaker arm. But Niallâs left is his stronger arm.
Quickly, he throws an intentionally fumbling uppercut with his right hand. Zayn pushes it down with his own right, and Niall slams his left fist into Zaynâs right eye.
Zayn staggers back with a small cry of surprise. Tactically speaking, Niall knows he could further incapacitate him, but he doesnât actually want to damage Zayn.
âFuck,â Zayn mutters, his good hand clapped over his eye. âYou hit hard.â
âSo do you,â Niall admits, hoping that the talking means a truce. âIâm going to have a fantastic bruise.â
âAnd Iâm going to have a fantastic black eye. Fuck.â
And itâs really stupid and sort of bad, but Niall canât stop laughing. âThey breed us violent in UNIT.â
Zayn laughs at that. âI guess they do.â He glances over at Jeanette on the autopsy table. âYou know,â he says slowly, âthereâs something you havenât considered. For the green people.â
Niall glances over his shoulder. âYeah?â
âYouâre assuming itâs some kind of alien animal?â
Thereâs a moment where he doesnât understand, and then suddenly he does. âOh,â he murmurs, suddenly awed with Zayn and what kind of genius it takes to think of this. âOh, thatâs good. A plant.â
Zayn nods, satisfied. âMaybe you can stick around after all."
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âNiall, check up on Liam. Zayn, Louis, hazmat lab, rip this thing up, be careful.â Harry pauses in the door, where heâs one end of a stretcher. âAnd what the hell have you two been doing?â
Zayn smiles wanly at Harry. âBonding. You ready, Lou?â
âWhenever you are,â Louis answers easily. âJust let me drop off the stretcher. The Rift junk is in the trunk.â
Zayn slips out the door, and Harry drops his end of the stretcher. âReady to look?â
âReady,â Niall answers, moving over to examine Liam.
âYou know, when Harry and I say bonding, we usually mean sex,â Louis says as he sets his own end on the ground.
âAlthough the bruises arenât normally on our faces,â Harry adds.
âNope, no sex here,â Niall answers easily, kneeling down by Liamâs head. âWe had a deep and moving discussion of our innermost feelings.â
âComplete with deep and moving punches,â Zayn agrees, reappearing in the doorway. Thereâs a metallic-looking lump in his arms, about the size of a shoebox. âFeels hollow.â
âThatâs why weâre breaking it open.â Louis stands to join Zayn. âAll right, shouldnât be long. Weâll be out soon.â
Harry kneels next to Niall and waves a hand without looking up. âCareful.â
âAlways,â Zayn agrees, and he and Louis head out.
âPunches, though?â Harry says as soon as theyâre out of earshot. âAre you two having problems?â
âNah.â Niall leans over Liam and spreads his eyelids open. âYou know those people who you donât get along with, and then you fight, and then youâre okay? Thatâs us.â He picks up a pen-sized flashlight and aims it into Liamâs eye. âLiam, can you hear me?â He switches eyes. âLiam?â
âMmmmph,â Liam mumbles, to both of his friendsâ relief. âGeroff, mâfine.â
âYouâre awake,â Harry corrects him. âNot the same thing. You took some Rift junk to the head, youâre back in the Hub.â
âI noticed.â Liam blinks hazily. âLouis? Anâ Zayn?â
âAnalysing the Rift junk. How many fingers am I holding up?â
âThree. Ow.â
Niall lowers his three fingers. âYouâre good. Thereâll be a bruise but no concussion.â
âYou have a bruise, too.â Liam props himself up on his elbows, looking concerned. âWhat happened?â
âHe matches Zayn,â Harry says solemnly. âThey were bonding.â
âOh!â Niall jumps up so suddenly he nearly pitches backwards. âThat reminds me! I need you both to help me run cell tests on Jeanette and Clark. I think he cracked it!â
âHe as in Zayn?â Liam looks at Harry in alarm. âHow long have I been out? Whatâs happening?â
Harry claps Liam on the shoulder. âI have no bloody idea. Letâs go help him.
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âHazmat suits?â
âDoubt it, should be routine.â
âA routine non-routine procedure?â
âExactly. Did you hit him first?â
âYep, and he deserved it. But he was smarter about it. Heâs a good strategist. Pass me the pry-bar?â
âHere you go. So you guys are over whatever was up with you? We all saw it.â
âYeah, weâre fine, weâre good.â
âAnd bonding is code for punching?â
âOh yeah, violently. And bloody. You shouldâve seen- shit ââ
âZayn, get down-â
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The alarm has always been considered an unfortunately necessary fixture. In the all-metal Hub, a siren had immediately been deemed impractical when first mentionedEven after installation, it was rarely used. But effective, as Niall learns, because he immediately knows something is wrong when it starts blaring during his analysis.
He lets out a yelp as soon as it starts. âWhat the hell?â
Liam is kind enough to set down his petri dish of skin cells before clapping his hands over his ears. âWe need a better siren.â
Harry has gone stock-still and white in the face. âBiohazard alert,â he rasps. âThe lab â Zayn and â they ââ
âShit.â Liam leaps out of the medbay and takes off at a run. Niall bolts after him without a second thought, Harry hard on his heels. The three of them literally skid to a halt just before hitting the window to the lab, staring in horror.
The lab is sealed off all around â even the glass has been fortified â but they can still see inside. They can all see the thick cloud of pale green, swirling in the air. And right in the middle, without hazmat suits, looking definitively unhappy, are Zayn and Louis.
âLou,â Harry chokes, sounding like the word is being wrenched out of him. âLou.â
âThereâs a PA system,â Liam says weakly. âThat panel there, we can talk to them-â
Niall almost jumps on the panel in question, throwing a switch and trying to stay calm. Heâs been trained for this at UNIT and none of the others have. Itâs up to him, isnât it? âZayn, Louis, are you two okay? What happened?â
âKodama,â Louis answers, eyes locked on Harry through the glass. âItâs in the files, I was looking through them before, spreads with spores and poison-â
âWhat were you thinking?â Harry demands, and Louis falters at the broken note to his voice. âNo hazmat, not even masks, after what happened to Alex?â
Zayn flinches visibly at the name. âWeâre sealed off, we were ready to risk it, we knew-â
âKodama poison has a cure,â Louis continues doggedly. âThey create it naturally. If we find it, we can use it.â
âKodama?â Niall says, because thatâs the only part of this that he canât make fit.
âTree spirit,â Harry explains, at last turning away from Louis. âItâs a Japanese legend. Our kodama is probably an alien, but the lore matches enough that we use the name.â
âAnd we just need to find it,â Louis insists. âItâll have some kind of cure. These-â he waves his hand at the roiling green cloud â âtheyâre spores. Venom. The kodama will have an antidote.â
âBut more importantly, we can find it,â Zayn jumps in. âJeanette and Clark both got poisoned. They wouldâve crossed paths, or gone to the same place on a similar timeframe. Like, say, a few days before death.â
âOkay.â Harry pulls his hands through his hair, trying desperately to think. âOkay. Niall, finish the cell work, cross-reference with kodama. The file is old but itâs there. We need to be sure. Iâll check credit cards and receipts, see if I can find where they mightâve met up. Liam, youâre our go-between for the three of us, and the two of them. I know thereâs a foot of glass, but take care of them. And you two â â he looks at Zayn and Louis. âThe spores are less potent, theyâre not in your bloodstream, but thatâs a lot of exposure. We canât let you out yet. Iâm sorry.â
âNot a problem,â Zayn answers, although his smile has an odd twitch to it. âSomeone left a deck of cards in here, we wonât be bored.â
âNo strip poker,â Liam says immediately, and Niall whacks him on the arm.
âMove out!â Harry orders. He grabs Niall by the elbow and pulls him away.
Liam leans in closer to the glass. âYou two are really okay in there, considering?â
âShaken,â Louis admits. âBut alive.â
Suddenly Liamâs phone buzzes in his pocket. Fishing it out, he frowns at the readout but answers anyways. âZayn, what are-â
âShut off the PA,â Zayn cuts him off. âI want to talk alone.â
Liam frowns curiously at the request, but nods and flips the switch off. Inside the lab, Louis dutifully moves to the corner opposite Zayn. It looks like heâs shuffling the deck of cards. Zayn seems to wilt with the distance, and Liam is suddenly afraid of what heâs about to say. âZayn, weâre going to get you two out of here, I promise.â
âLiam,â Zayn says, âshut up a second, this is important.â
âBut-â
âLi. Listen.â And maybe itâs the look on his face or maybe itâs that he says Li, but something makes Liam do exactly that. âIf you can only get one of us out of here, it needs to be Louis.â
âWhat?â Liam stares, aghast â how could he even think of that â but Zayn doesnât even flinch. âBut-â
âBut nothing.â Zaynâs voice is totally even, like he thinks this is sane. âHe has his friends and his sisters and parents. He has Harry. I donât even have Alex anymore. Nobody will care.â
âIâll care. You have me.â How could he have not seen this? How could he let Zayn, of all people, let himself feel like nobody cared? âIâm not going to lose you!â
Zayn just watches him, seeming tired and sad and brave. Unyielding. Like the kiss, Liam thinks, and suddenly he remembers Zaynâs mouth on his, passion and force and something deeper. Something he wonders if he wants to feel again.
âThen get to work,â Zayn says at last. âIâll die in here before I let him. Heâs more important to more people.â
âZayn-"
âAnd I swear to God, I wonât let them lose him.
Liam looks at Zayn through his glass. Looks at the set of his mouth and the stone in his eyes and the determination shining off him. Wonders if Zayn has always been so beautiful.
âYouâre not dying,â Liam says with finality. âAnd when you get out, Iâm going to thoroughly explain how wrong that point of view is.â
âWith tongue, I hope,â Zayn teases halfheartedly.
Liam can hear Niall calling his name, and his lips quirk into a half-smile. âWeâll see about that,â he answers, then snaps his phone shut, turns on his heel, and begins to walk to the medbay.
âWhatâve we got?â he asks as he arrives at the entrance.
âA, itâs definitely kodama,â Niall says. He doesnât look up at Liam, only ever breaking in his furious typing to glance at a vial of blood. âDidnât show up at first because itâs so old, but itâs there.â
âAnd B,â Harry continues, typing on another screen, âJeanette Moore and Clark Jacoby were customers at Velvet Mountain Spa four days before their respective deaths. They both received acupuncture, from one Morgan Guthrie.â
âAcupuncture?â Liam repeats incredulously.
âThe scars on their back,â Niall explains, looking up at him. âIt poisoned them through the needles, or maybe a claw or something. It dragged the poison through the veins. Neither of them wouldâve known it was wrong unless they knew the process.â
âSo Liam, youâre with me.â Harry turns to face him, hand resting over his gun. âGet your things. We need to find Morgan Guthrie.â
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Project One Torch Chapter 4
Project One Torch Chapter 4
Summary: Niall doesnât like UNIT very much, which is lucky because Torchwood has an opening. Torchwood/1D crossover. Collab between ghostfacerjess and lovelylida.
A/N: WHOO! This only took, you know, forever. Ballâs in your court, Jess!
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Liam stiffens when Zayn kisses him, more than a little shocked that Zayn would even consider doing so.
And as nice as it feels to have Zayn kissing him, this isnât right. Zaynâs still in the grief period for Alex and besides, any sort of relationship between them grounded in death was doomed to fail.
So he shoves Zayn back and stares at him.
âIâm sorry,â Liam chokes out, and sprints back the way he came, entirely forgetting to ask Zayn about the injuries.
Zayn lets out a strangled wail and slams his fist into the shelf beside him before sliding down the wall and bending his head into his knees. For the first time since Alexâs death, he allows himself to cry.
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After their little conversation, Louis returned to his desk. Niallâs transfer was proving to be messier than heâd anticipated--UNIT being their typical asshole selves and international relationships kicking up a fuss meant that it was a general hassle to get Niall completely involved. Louis thinks it might be more trouble than itâs worth, but Harry was adamant that Niall stay.
He hears a curse from the medbay--probably Niall frustrated with the workstation computers, they never do get along well with gloved hands--and decides to check up on the CCTV. Sure enough, thereâs Niall swearing at the computer, and flips down to the archives, just because. The corridors are mostly empty and then--oh. Thatâs new.
Louis gestures Harry over to his workstation. âTake a look at this.â He rewinds the tape to where Zayn kisses Liam. Harry watches wordlessly, and audibly groans when he sees Liam run away from Zayn.
âWeâre going to need to do damage control, arenât we?â Harry mutters. âAlright, Iâll go talk with Liam; you deal with Zayn.â
Louis nods and disappears down into the Archives while Harry heads out to the main floor.
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Down in the medbay, Niall is getting more and more frustrated with this case.
Glancing around and seeing no one nearby, he lets out a string of curse words in three different languages--English, Gaelic and Spanish--making sure to make as many creative combinations as humanly possible. He knows objectively that swearing doesnât actually help, but it makes him feel better.
After finding the correlation between Jeanette and Clark, heâs quite honestly curious as to what this could possibly be but the computer is proving absolutely no help at all and Liam doesnât look like heâll be back for a while.
He made a mental note to ask Liam what was going on with Zayn--he got the general feeling that Zayn just did not like him for some inexplicable reason and it was really bothering him--and decided to take another look at Clarkâs back.
He flips the body over and takes another look at the shallower cuts. Theyâre slightly tinged green and--oh.
Niall groans and reaches for his magnifying glass. Itâs a small rectangle, more like a transparent credit card than the stereotypical magnifying glass. He leans in close to look at the shallow cuts more carefully and pauses to sniff the air. He smells expensive aftershave that he only recognizes because Seanâs mum had sent him a bottle for Christmas a year or two back, his coffee from the table a meter and a half over, lingering Weevil scent and not much else.
He sits back and frowns. This man has been dead for several hours and has been sitting out in a brightly lit, somewhat warm room for nearly as long. Why the hell does he not smell like hamburger meat thatâs been left out of the fridge?
He glances over at Jeanette and mentally smacks himself. Of course. Whatever had killed these two was obviously some sort of preservative as well, considering Jeanette has been sitting out in the middle of the Hub for weeks now and has yet to decompose.
Frowning, Niall examines Clarkâs back more carefully, checking up on what heâd noticed before. The cuts arenât smooth, like heâd previously thought. Instead, theyâre jagged cuts--almost like a serrated knife had been used.
He picks up the yellow legal pad he uses for post-mortem examinations (touch screen technology always acts funny when being used by bloody, latex-encased hands) and started marking down what he knew about this mysterious assailant, not minding the blood that smudged across the page.
-Causes victim to turn green post-mortem -Short, serrated claws -Venom/substance injected preserves body -Causes death?? -Abandoned body with no further damage than cuts on back
Pursing his lips, he realizes that those conclusions are not anything to go by. He draws a line splitting the page and compares the two victims themselves instead, hoping to find a correlation.
-Male vs female -Both mid-forties -Both blood type A+ -Neither had preexisting medical conditions (other than other post-mortem injuries) -Tall vs short -Jacoby Black, Jeanette White -Inexplicable wounds on back (both) -body found where?? -blood test results similar??
Niall looks up when Liam hurries back into the room, flushed red. âYou find Zayn, orâŠ?â he trails off, leaving the statement purposely open-ended.
âFound him, opened a barrel of worms,â Liam mutters, striding over to the autopsy table. âIâll tell you later. How goes the autopsy of Mr Jacoby?â
Niall rolls his eyes. Of course, personal drama. âWhatâs Torchwoodâs policy on dissection?â
âFrowned upon but not banned,â another voice replies. Niall turns to see Harry leaning on the upper railing of the medbay. âGive me three reasons why--good reasons why, mind you--and Iâll consider it. Hell of a lot of paperwork, though.â
Niall pursed his lips and drew the blue sheet over Clarkâs face. âOne, thereâs some really funky results on the toxicology scans that match Jeanetteâs. Two, he hasnât begun to decompose, not even a little bit. Three, heâs beginning to turn green. Four, the Weevil wounds werenât enough to kill him, and blood flow, scabbing, and skin injury suggests he was already dead when the Weevils got to him, not to mention that they werenât even deep enough to knock him unconscious, much less kill him, unless he keeled over from fright. Oh, and five, he had no preexisting medical conditions that would cause him to drop dead like that. He was a healthy bloke. At least, thatâs what it looks like.â
Harry raises an eyebrow. âAnd yet, there he is, dead. So thenâŠwhat killed him?â
Niall smiles grimly, stripping off his gloves. âWhatever killed Jeanette, of course.â
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Zayn stays in the archives after Liam flees, curled into himself and staring at a row of alien translators like theyâre the most fascinating thing to grace the planet since sliced bread. He doesnât want to face Liam, who is probably laughing over the whole incident with Niall right now.
Stupid fucking Niall bloody Horan.
He doesnât understand why Niall is here. Well, he does. Niall is replacing Alex. What he doesnât understand is how Niall is so accepted by his teammates when, as far as heâs concerned, Niall has done nothing to earn that trust.
Footsteps sound behind him, then Louis appears and perches himself on the low shelf beside Zayn.
âSoâŠLiam. Really?â
âHe told you?â the shock was apparent in Zaynâs voice.
Louis snorts. âHardly. I was checking the CCTV and happened to catch the end of that.â He shrugs. âI wasnât snooping. But theyâre, uh, taking apart our guests up there and I figured I should beat a hasty retreat.â
âTaking apart as in autopsy or taking apart as in interrogation?â Zayn asks.
Louis rolls his eyes. âAutopsy, of course. Niall found some sort of compound in Clarkâs blood that matched Jeanetteâs.â At Zaynâs almost inaudible chuff, he sighs. âNiallâs a good addition to the team, Zayn. Yeah, it would be better if we still had Alex and you werenât shot, but Niallâs got some helpful skills.â
Zayn snorts. âHelpful skills? He canât even shoot straight.â
âHeâs perceptive, though. A little more delicate than any of us are. I think you two would get along well if it werenât for Liam.â
At that moment, the alarm goes off.
âOh, hell,â they both groan at the same time.
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Harry nods slowly as Niall goes over his list of findings. âSo, what kind of creature are we looking for here?â
Niall pauses, surprised. âI assumed youâd know. The toxins didnât match anything in the database.â
âIâm asking you as a forensic anthropologist.â
Niall fixes his boss with an incredulous stare. âI do autopsies and patch jobs on idiots who shouldnât be allowed to handle lethal weapons,â he says coolly. He reaches for a new pair of gloves. âWhy would I have any idea as to what attacked these two?â
Liam hides a smile. He knows Niallâs been working this out in his head, checking this case against his mental database as well as the computer, and not being able to solve it must be driving him nuts. He also knows that Harry knows this and is testing Niall--and judging by the smile on his face, Niall just passed.
âThought you might have run across something like this in UNIT. Okay, run me through what weâve got.â
Liam slips off while Niall gives descriptions and correlations to Harry. Heâs tapping away on his computer keyboard when they hoist Jeanette up onto one of the autopsy tables and placing a phone call to Torchwood One about Harryâs paperwork habits when the Rift Alarm goes off.
âBugger fuck,â he swears. âSorry about that, Lloyd. Call you back once weâve dealt with this, yeah?â
âYou do that, Payne. And tell Styles to send in those forms, please.â
âWill do.â Liam hangs up with a click and keys in the code to open the scanners. âDouble spike, Harry! Weâll need at least a three-person team, armed.â
âKit up, then.â
âSorry?â
âWell, Zayn canât go and Niallâs not safe with weapons yet,â Harry snaps, comfortably sliding into his role as leader.
âThis had better be Weevils,â Zayn yells as he skids into the room, followed by Louis. His uninjured hand rests on his hip, where his gun usually hangs.
âYouâre not going,â Harry counters, vaulting over the medbay railing. âYouâre teaching Niall how to run BOPs.â Zayn mutters a curse; he hated running Base Operations and would much rather be out with the boys than operating a computer and talking Niall through the process.
Louis winces. âRift?â
âRift,â Liam confirms, pushing his chair back and reaching for his bulletproof vest. âKit up.â
âLouis, move it!â Harry barked, holding up Louisâ vest. The shorter man slid across the floor, grabbing for it and shoving it on. âHurry up!â
Niall follows Zayn to the bank of monitors. âWhy the vests?â he asks. âYou didnât use them earlier.â
âTeflonâs not much good against Weevils,â Zayn says absently. He scans over Liamâs screens. âThis is a Rift spike; we have no clue whatâs going to come out the other end.â
âLast time it was a troop of very shell-shocked Vietnam War soldiers,â Harry says, clipping his headset over his left ear. He pulls on his pair of cam glasses, and then the three of them--Harry, Louis and Liam--are sprinting out the door, running for the SUV.
Niall winces, then gingerly settles into the seat next to Zayn. âWhat can I do?â
âHeadsetâs to your left, put it on and then bring the glasses cams online,â Zayn orders. âKeyboard commands 17-BG16-12, command 17-BG16-11, command 17-BG16-07.â
Niall keys the codes in and then there are three screens lit up, from the field agentâs points of view. Zayn nods at the headset, and Niall pulls it on.
âŠ
Liam sits in the back of the SUV. Louis is driving while Harry consults the monitor. Usually, Zayn would drive and Alex would navigate, but things have changed.
âLeft up ahead,â Harry says suddenly, and the car jerks. Liam hears Zayn issuing orders to Niall and scan results to Harry over the headset. âRight.â
Liam is unfortunately all-too-used to Louisâ erratic driving by now and so he switches his attention to the small variety of weapons in the back of the car. He checks that a small revolver is loaded and locked, then drops it into Harryâs lap. âFor Louis,â he says, and focuses on double-checking his own gun.
âZayn, whatâve we got?â Harry barks.
âRift readings are off the charts both ways, spiking every fifteen seconds. T-minus six minutes thirty before Rift emergence.â Zaynâs voice is brisk, and itâs odd for Liam to hear his own job shot back at him. âNiall, any life signs?â
âSeven life signs, all non-human, unrecognized by computer database. Request maintained observation when in eyesight.â
âAny clue where the Rift is going to open?â Liam asks. Zayn pauses before replying and Liam can almost feel the tension roll down the line between them.
âOn the beach, near the bay,â Zayn says when Harry coughs pointedly. âItâs looking like itâll be somewhere along that two kilometer stretch near the docks.â
Louis swerves the car around a particularly slow moving truck and turns left, despite Harryâs irritated instructions.
âThe quickest way to the beach is down Sunset,â he explains, jerking the wheel just in time to avoid a collision with a moped. âSo Iâm taking Sunset.â
âSunset is three kilometers longer!â Harry shoots back, waving his GPS. âYou shouldâve taken the highway!â
âThe highwayâs always clogged at this time and we donât have time to be sitting in traffic!â
Liam rolls his eyes as Harry and Louis bicker. He knows this is what keeps Louis from freaking out before shootouts and how Harry gets his mind in order, but itâs still a little weird.
Finally, they reach the beach (he internally smacks himself for that rhyme) and sure enough, thereâs the shimmery gold that means the Rift is opening here. Louis screeches to a stop and they all leap out. Liam tosses a blaster at Louis, drawing his own. The wind has definitely picked up, whipping the water into a fury and blowing grains of sand past them.
Of course, Liam doesnât see much more because something flies out of the rift and knocks him out.
The last thing Liam sees before he blacks out is a large object hurtling towards his head at a high speed.
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Harry, P1T (because I have little to no grasp on him at all)
Harry makes it his business to learn everything he can about his team, from bits about their family to how they take their coffee. He just likes knowing.
He is fiercely, fiercely protective of each and every member of his team.
Sometimes when he's alone in the Hub, he visits the morgue. Just to see all the names.
Harry doesn't mind when people don't take him seriously. He just sort of shrugs them off. More often than not he ends up saving them from grisly deaths, anyways.
He mourned Alex separately than everyone else.
He does own a flat but he almost never visits it. He spends most of his time in the Hub.
Hunting Weevils is sort of like a de-stress exercise for him.
Harry has an extraordinarily good memory.
He actually does know just about everything about the different types of aliens. He's been on the team the longest, after all.
And last but not least, I like listening to classic rock during Harry scenes and I really can't explain why but I think it helps.


