He hit the save button and closed out of the file taking extra care to mask his presence. He painstakingly reengaged the enhanced security before slipping back out from behind the computer firewall. Director Hartman was not a very trusting person. But then again, who was at Torchwood London? His lips twitched into a satisfied smile as he stood up and straightened his suit.

"Finally leaving? Go on then." The senior researcher gave an ill-tempered grunt. "You almost work harder than I do. Go take some pretty girl dancing for me."

Ianto smiled. "See you tomorrow, Sir." He turned to leave. Adjusting the hard-copy could wait until morning.