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Ianto glanced up from the workstation as Gwen came charging brightly up the stairs. "Jack says you owe him a fiver. Last night's was a werewolf."
"Get out."
"Go have a look for yourself. Wants retconning and to be tagged for release anyway." And a tiny, deadly smile. "Jack also said he'll waive the fiver if you'll be the one to go let him out."
"You are both so dead, you." Chuckling, Gwen headed for the vaults.
And on the other side of the glass, wearing nothing but a blanket and a furious blush --
"It got worse," sighed Andy Davidson.