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[ltbrownnoser]

First Person

Uh...just so you know, I'm not a big fan of people stealing my shit. Second of all, why the hell did you take my house arrest anklet? That's just stupid. Third of all, if you don't give me back my Vortex Manipulator gun, when I find you, I'm taking it...and you will be in a whole world of motherfucking hurt, so let's just do this the easy way, huh? Give me back my shit and I probably won't shoot you.




Third Person

At the end of a blissfully long night filled with booze and not-quite-sex in the VIP room of Fantasy Lounge, Lieutenant Sarah Sanders—Allison, if you asked her while she was on the clock—blew kisses at a few of her regular patrons before paying the house fee and walking out the door.

The streets of Cardiff were always so peaceful this late at night. The shift was perfect, because the bulk of people had gone home and the few that remained out on the streets and littering the pubs were always the outgoing, fun type with whom Sarah enjoyed conversing. The drunken ones were her favorites; they always had the most interesting useless information about their lives to offer up for Sarah’s amusement.

A soft breeze blew her hair around her face as she stopped at a crosswalk, not minding the unnecessary wait that the light dictated and enjoying the balmy Cardiff night.

“Let’s see...” she thought aloud as the light changed and she crossed the street. “Haven’t been to the pub a few blocks up from the Millennium Centre in a few weeks...or...any on this side of town in ages...”

She took a right, and headed in the direction of what used to be one of her favorite haunts. It was a family-owned pub commonly frequented with drunkards, winos, and common Cardiff riff-raff. She enjoyed it there because those types always had the best stories.

When she arrived, she made her way inside and herself at home on one of the barstools. “Scotch on the rocks,” she ordered, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Eventually, someone would notice her — she was conspicuous in a place like this — and approach. The flirtations were always fun, but for the most part, in this place, she was just looking to engage in some friendly conversation. One of these days some drunken fool was bound to mention something weird he or she had seen or heard and someday, it would actually lead Sarah to something Torchwood would be looking into. Patience on her part; it was only a matter of time.