Who: Ianto Jones and Harold Saxon.
What: Meeting.
Where: The Master's residence.
When: April 18. After this conversation.
Rating: TBD. Probably a bit high.
Status: Started.

Ianto approached the address that Saxon had given him with no small amount of trepidation. Rain was still falling, only adding to his dark mood. His gun was tucked into his jacket within easy reach, just in case, but he didn't know if that would be enough. He didn't trust the other man at all, especially not with the way everyone was reacting to him, and if he had Jack...the Jack Ianto knew...then he couldn't let his captain remain there. He hadn't told Jack where he was going, not wanting things to be awkward with the older man. He cared about him, yes, but that wasn't the Jack he had a relationship with. Not really.

Reaching the politician's place, he fought the urge to leave and not come back, knowing that would do nothing to help his captain. One hand clenched at his side, he sent a quick message to Owen and then raised the other and knocked on the door.