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Title: Wrongful arrest
Fandom: Torchwood
Prompt: Arrest at hc_bingo
Wordcount: 24,947 words
Rating: M
Warnings: N/A
Summary: UNIT are on the warpath, and they've got Jack in their sights.

Jack was making slow work of returning to the hub. The afternoon was bright and clear, if a little cool, but the crisp air felt nice against his face, and he'd opted to walk. His morning's work had turned up little in the way of new information from some old contacts who kept their ears to the ground, but it had been a long shot.

His coattails fluttered gently as he meandered down the quiet street. In his hand was a bag of still warm crossaints, which he intended to bring back for a late lunch. Breakfast that morning had been a bit of a rush, well, the food component in any case, Jack though pleasantly, remembering some of the finer details. His mind was still drifting with thoughts of hot coffee and handsome Welshmen when the armoured truck rolled up nearby.  

He watched it with curiosity as several UNIT soldiers piled from the back of the truck, followed by their senior officer who exited from the passenger seat of the vehicle. All of them were heavily armed.

Jack made to approach. 'You know you guys are supposed to call first before turning up on my patch,' he said, smiling congenially.

Before he knew what was happening, the soldiers had surrounded him and had him face down on the pavement, hands restrained behind him.

'Hey! What the hell is going on?'

The officer stood right next to his head, looking down at Jack. He could smell the man's boot polish as he struggled to look up at the man.

'Captain Jack Harkness, you are hereby arrested on charges of high treason.'

'What? I have no idea what you're you're talking about,' Jack replied, struggling slightly.

'That's a shame, but irrelevant all the same,' the officer replied.

Jack chuckled nervously. 'Come on guys, joke's over. Let me go.'

The boot that he found pressed into the small of his back suggested otherwise.

'Put him out and have him restrained,' came the order.

Jack turned his head just enough to see one of the soldiers coming at him with a syringe.

'No, no, no, there's some kind of mistake. Don't!' He began struggling in earnest this time, but the soldiers had him held down firmly, with another hand pressing his head to the ground, keeping it still. The concrete was cold against his cheek as he felt the sharp needle prick the side of his neck.

He was still mumbling a series of incoherent "no's" as everything went black.

Chapter two...