It had taken far longer than Harold had intially thought, due to some air traffic complications, but he finally touched down on English soil. Isabelle streatched and looked longinly at the sky and some distant rain clouds. Harold, noticing her gaze chucklled *Welcome to England... If you can't see the sky, it's raining. If yo can see the sky, it's going to rain! Stay here while i get in conact with...* He thougt for a few seconds then smiled sheepishly and left the jet, pulling out his phone as he went down the steps, completely ignoring regulations. He loaded it up and hit the re-dial...
*Hello Doctor? I'm back in the U.K. Point me in the right direction if you could. I'm currentl on private runway 17*

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Kathleen "Chimaera" Salmon and Sgt. Mini Fillmore

Captain Jack Harkness greeted Mini with a charming smile. “Sergeant Fillmore,” he nodded, “A pleasure to meet you. And yes, I’ll be dropping you off at Cardiff in just a second…” his attention shifted to Specialist Hays. “And normally I would say no to having additional company, but…in your case I’m definitely willing to make an exception, if you’d like to join us, that is,” he added with a wink in Hays’s direction. Yes, there was no doubt about it, Captain Jack was being…well, Captain Jack.

“And hello there,” Captain Jack Harkness said as Kathleen approached, shaking her hand. “Nice to meet cha Chimaera Salmon,” he said with a smile.

Flirtatious greetings over, (and with a cough from a passing Torchwood member) the Captain addressed all three of them. “Well, this seems to be everyone for the moment, so I guess we’ll start.”
He rolled up his sleeve, revealing the obscure wrist strap underneath. “I’ll just reset the co-ordinates…” he said, as he tapped at the screen on the device. “Right,” he said, looking up at everyone and grinning knowingly. “Hope you don’t mind, but we’re taking a short cut. If you could all please place your hands on the device, hold on and don’t let go until we reach the other side…” He motioned towards the device, waiting for them to all do as suggested.


James Holmes and Eric Andrews [Status: Retconned/Idle]

Martha sighed as she and Mickey Smith finally left the hospital. James had been concerned for his girlfriend, and turned down their offer of joining them. So as ex-Torchwood members, Martha and Mickey followed the usual procedure. They gave both James and Julie a dose of retcon (amnesia pills) in their drinks, spoke to witnesses and explained to them that the Christmas trees were just a prank, and deleted the CCTV in the hospital. It was a shame that James would never know what really had happened that day. But in the end, it was probably for the best. Neither him nor Julie were ready for this kind of life yet.

Meanwhile Eric Andrews, who had survived his attack, phoned up Captain Jack to tell him something important had cropped up. He told the Captain not to wait for him.


Harold Newman-Jones

However, on calling the Doctor’s number, all Harold would have got was an ominous dead tone. Whatever had happened after the rescue, it looked as if the Doctor was out of reach...for now.
He would have to try Captain Jack Harkness instead.

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Harold looked at the phone with hint of mirth creeping over his tiered face. He hit the off button and began to scroll back through his logs to try and find the number or the name of someone he was supposed to get hold of. Behind him a slightly dishevelled face perred around the plane's door, oblivious to the fact that her make-up was causing picaso to turn in his grave, looking sleepy-eyed but bighter than she had ben when she passed out a few hors earlier.
Harold looked up as he found two connecting names and typed into his phone; Torchwood and Jack Harkness hoping the net scan would prompt someone to find him. The internet browser brought up a few results including one that caught Harolds eye, not because of its repeted use of the phrases, but it's lack there of. It was a link directed to a small chain of pizza delivery company with bases in a few cities in England and Wales, but one number in the middle of it all that screamed to be rung, so Harold dialed...

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Chimaera - London ~ Is It a Portkey?

Chimaera touched the device, making sure to stay as far away from the scary lady as possible. At least this one doesn't look like a drinker, she thought, glancing fearfully at the woman, Though I could be wrong. She smiled at Jack, her eyes shining slightly, How will it get us there? Will we just 'poof' like in Harry Potter? She shifted her feet slightly, Is there a kitchen there? I need something to do, to get my mind of her. I could make us some supper.

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Harold Newman-Jones
As Harold dialled the number and waited, there was the sound of the call being diverted before it had barely rung. A polite softly-spoken English voice answered.

“Hello Harold, this is Ianto Jones, Torchwood 3, Cardiff, speaking. I traced your call and hijacked the line, hope you don’t mind. The pizza delivery company would have just slowed things down. You’ve just arrived in the UK, haven’t you? If you’re wondering how I know all this, I know everything. And it says so on the bottom of my computer screen.”

“How can I help you? Do you need information on where to go next?”


Kathleen "Chimaera" Salmon

Captain Jack laughed at Kathleen’s question about the vortex manipulator. “You’ll see soon enough. I’m afraid it’s not quite as pretty as Harry Potter…or as comfortable. And yes, we have a kitchen at our facility, but we won’t be showing you around until tomorrow,” he smiled. “Tonight, we’ll just focus on getting you to Cardiff, and you can find yourselves some accommodation for the night. Your psychic paper should cover the payments.”

Jack waited patiently for Mini and Hays (if he wished to), to place their hands on the device also.

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~Sgt. Mini Fillmore: One Canada Square----Portkeys and Behavior~

"Liked to? Why, I'd love to!" Specialist Hays said, sounding like he would be insulted if he wasn't asked otherwise. Mini gave Hays a stern look, "If you're staying you are going to behave yourself, or so help me when this entire thing is done and over with-" "I'm sorry ma'am, I wasn't listening. What were you saying?" "I'm serious Hays." "Oh, come on! We're finally off of the base, and your still acting like your my sergeant!" "And I will continue to act that way until one of us dies." That matter settled, Mini turned back to Captain Jack, "And a pleasure to meet you too" she said.

Hays had put his hands on Captain Jack's device after Chimaera did, grinning at the girl as he did so. "Supper huh? I like the sound of that." "Hays." "Yeah, yeah, I know. 'Behave'." Hays looked at Chimaera and gave her a shrug. Mini crossed her arms, shaking her head, and reached out one hand to touch the device. She did not like the sound of Captain Jack's description of the device. But she supposed it couldn't be any worse than death.

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Kathleen "Chimaera" Salmon and Sgt. Mini Fillmore – Arriving in Cardiff, Wales.

As soon as Mini touched the device, Jack Harkness pressed one final button on the side of the device. For a second there was the sound of something charging up, before quite suddenly there was a lurch. Like the sensation you get in a rollercoaster just as you plunge downwards, only a hundred times stronger. This would have been accompanied by the feeling of being pulled sharply backwards, like something taking hold of your head and yanking you off your feet.

All of it happened in a split second. One moment, the four of them were standing in the middle to the square – next second, they would have dropped feet-first onto wet, cold ground, somewhere entirely different. As soon as their feet hit the floor, the pain would have been terrible. Every muscle aching and throbbing with pain, and a headache which could champion the worst of hangovers. And yet at the same time it would have felt surprisingly refreshing.

Once again, Captain Jack groaned from the discomfort, the force of the journey almost sending him collapsing to the floor. No doubt the others would have had a similar response to the journey…perhaps even feeling physically sick.

Once recovered, the Captain stood up straight, glancing around him. They were in a slightly different location to the place Jack Bowman had been teleported to. This time, they stood on a small walkway which ran along side the water of Cardiff Bay. Along one side of the walkway was a set of railings, and beyond that, a great stretch of cold water, complete with docks and ships. It was already dark.

“Everyone ok?” Jack asked, looking around. He pressed a few more buttons on his device before rolling his sleeve back down. “Ok, I’d advise you all to find somewhere to stay for the night. There’s a hotel about two minutes away from here; should be no problem to get to. Keep your psychic paper, you’ll need it.” So saying he passed two wallets, each with blank paper on it, to Kathleen and Hays, knowing that they didn’t have one. “I’ll be collecting those back tomorrow. For now I suggest you all get some rest, and I’ll see you all at the Roald Dahl Plass tomorrow, at 3pm. Oh, and I’m also sending you all some extra info on those Christmas androids. Figured it might be useful just in case you bump into them again.

Any questions?”

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Harold stared blankly at the dull airport out buildings as Ianto talked to him down the phone, caught by surprise at the quick response to his call and how much they knew of him. He slowed his breath and turned to the jet with Isabella's head still sticking out of the doorway, pointing to her then his face, she squinted puzzelled then realised he was comenting on her apperrance. She pulled a pocket mirror from somewhere and startelled herself with the reflection, dve pack into the jet in search of it's on board toilet.
"Yeah, Ianto, Hi. Just landed after a turbulent flight. I need pointing in the right direction from here please, because it's been a little while since i remembered what the Doctor had asked me to do. Also.." He paused, thinking of how best to fraze his next words "...I have this girl that was invovled with me during the Nirobi incident, she's tagged along out of fear and intreage i think, but i'm not sure what to do with her. I not sure if she truly knows what to she's doing here herself, or what she's let herself infore" Nor do i for that matter
"Any surgestions? She might be able to help..."

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“Not a problem, Sir,” replied Ianto Jones over the phone. “Since Captain Harkness is busy, your best bet would be to try and catch the next available flight to Cardiff International Airport, and find a taxi to drive you to the city. Book yourself into a hotel for the night – oh, and check your messages. Captain Jack’s left you with some more information.”

Ianto paused. “I’m not in a position to say what to do with your companion. If you think she can help, bring her along and we’ll see what Jack has to say tomorrow. I hope you two have a safe flight. See you soon.” And with that Ianto ended the call.

Kathleen "Chimaera" Salmon and Sgt. Mini Fillmore
Seeing that there were no more questions, Captain Jack gave them all a salute, before pressing a button on his vortex manipulator and vanishing from sight.


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~Elsewhere~
Introducing: Commander Rikta

The Doctor slowly lowered his Sonic Screwdriver, tucking it away inside his brown pin-striped suit. He’d rescued his companions, but at a cost. There had only been time for one of two things: either use the teleporter to escape, right now, but leave his companions stranded, or use the teleporter to stop the Host and RoboSantas, but leave himself without an escape route…at least, not one he could use in time. The choice for the Doctor was obvious. As soon as he had reversed the teleportation, he had sabotaged the ship’s computer to stop the robots from being sent back to Earth. Not only had he left his enemies’ stranded…he’d now left himself stranded with them. There were escape pods in the vicinity, and he could have worked on shutting down the whole ship, even – he had access to the controls from the ships computer, after all. But there just wasn’t the time. As soon as he turned around, the Time Lord found himself faced with a dozen or so Host, blocking every means of escape. He was completely surrounded.

The Doctor raised his hands. “Yeah, ok you got me, not my best escape plan,” he said. “BUT-” he spoke up, as the Host removed their halos. “Wait-wait, wait just a second now, I’m not going anywhere! And you’re not going to kill me…am I right?”

“Information: No.”

The Doctor nodded, “And quite right too. After all, what use am I to you dead, eh?”

“Information: At this current time, you are more useful to us alive than-”

“Yes, yes I know all that, tell me something I don’t know. Cos I bet you thought you were very clever. Threatening to make me regenerate, ah that’s sure to rattle his cage. But I reckon you need me for something – your master, whoever you’re working for, they need the Doctor alive – oh, but not just The Doctor, they need this Doctor…this very incarnation of me. Am I correct?”

“Information: Yes.” The Host, slowly, replaced their halos back on their head.

“And of course that means, you taking me prisoner, you weren’t just trying to stop me from gathering information about your plan…you wanted me for your plan, isn’t that right?”

“You have already had your three questions, Doctor,” spoke a female voice from the dark shadows of the hall.
The golden angels parted to let a humanoid figure step forward. She had a tall, slender figure, and she was dressed in what looked like some sort of commander’s uniform. It was clear she was the commander of the ship. All dressed in black and grey. Her clothes tight-fitting to accentuate her curves, together with some tight knee-high boots. She looked almost human; smooth pale skin, dark human eyes, dark wavy hair that cascaded down her shoulders, and a permanent smirk on her attractive face. But on closer inspection, it was clear that whatever she was, she was not human. On her neck, there was a small metal object, claws from the device biting deep into her flesh. The surrounding veins had become more pronounced, bulging and coloured an unnatural red. Like something had altered her from her true form...and was still altering her, even now.

“I’m Commander Rikta,” she said, introducing herself. “And I must say, I’m impressed. You really had us thinking you were going to attempt an escape. We were quite unprepared for your…sacrifice.” Rikta smirked again. “But no matter. We’ll soon catch up with your little Earth apes. As you can see,” she gestured to the device on her neck. “I’m going to be taking matters into my own hands, now. Max Capricorn really should have installed his service drones with a bit more tact.” The woman glared at the white-robed androids around her, who stood passively, their hands pressed together in ‘prayer’.

“And now Doctor, if you would, your communications device. No, I hadn’t forgotten it, I’m sorry to say. Hand it over.”

The Doctor reached a hand into his coat pocket searching. “Ah…yeah about that, sorry…I seem to have misplaced it,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. One of the host stepped towards him, grabbing one of the man’s arms in a vice like grip. It tightened its hold, putting more pressure on it. “Ow, ow that hurts…that really hurts,” he exclaimed.

“We might not be able to kill you, but there’s nothing to stop us from doing you significant damage.” Replied Commander Rikta venomously. “Now hand over your communications device before my angel snaps your arm off.”

Pulling a bit of a face, the Doctor reached in a pocket with his other arm (the one not being crushed by the Host), and retrieved his phone, throwing it in Rikta’s direction. She caught it perfectly.

“Thank you for your co-operation, Doctor.” The host eased the pressure on his arm, but did not let go. Another of the host joined the Time Lord on his other side, gripping his other arm.

“Take him away. Lock him in a different cell; his old one needs repairing.” Rikta sighed. “And don’t let him fool you, this time. I’m going to be busy, and I really don’t have the time to play with Time Lords.” She waved them off, and as they left, she studied the Doctor’s phone curiously. Then, she dropped it on the floor, and stamped on it repeatedly with a sharp-heeled boot. She listened as it crunched pleasantly underneath her foot.

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~Gwen and Rhys’ Flat, Cardiff~ Late at Night~

It was fair to say Gwen and Rhys didn’t have a good night sleep. Just when Rhys finally started to drift off, a shout or scream from the next room jolted him awake.

“Gwen,” he said quietly, on the eleventh time this had happened. “Either we get sound-proof walls, or he’s NOT staying another night.”

Gwen turned over in bed to face him. “Rhys!” she whispered.

“I mean it, I’m not having it! My own home and I can’t get a wink of sleep without-”
He broke off as Jack Bowman shouted out in his sleep again. Rhys head-desked his pillow.

“He has sleeping difficulties, poor guy. He’s obviously having a rough night of it,” Gwen explained.

“Rough night? Rough night? What about us, about me, I suppose I’m sleeping like baby!”

“Shhh! Keep your voice down. Just try to sleep through it.”

“Easy for you to say,” muttered Rhys. “You and your Torchwood. I bet you’re used to a few sleepless nights. Well I’m not.”

Rhys turned over in the bed, stuffing a pillow over his head to block out their noisy houseguest.

Mini Time-Skip – The Next day

Six o’clock in the morning. Gwen joined Rhys in the kitchen, quietly making himself a coffee. He gave her a look, dark rings under his eyes from the lack of sleep. Gwen herself didn’t look too bad…although that could have been just where she’d already fixed her makeup ready for work.

“I’m sorry” she mouthed at him, gesturing helplessly with her arms, as if to say ‘well it isn’t my fault’. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, grabbing her keys. Before walking out the door, she placed a note on the kitchen table for Jack to read. The note read:



Rhys puffed out a sigh, rubbing a weary hand against his face. After finishing his coffee, did his tie and sent out the door himself. It was not the best of starts to his day.
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~TIME SKIP~
For when you need plot advancement and don’t have a TARDIS.


Roald Dahl Plass, Cardiff

It was five minutes to 3pm. Roald Dahl Plass was really just a long stretch of concrete, decorated with great pillars and monuments. A public plaza in Cardiff Bay, often a favourite place for tourists to stop and take pictures. At the end nearest the Wales Millennium Centre, a large, towering water feature stood. One side curved, the other side flat. The sky was overcast, not too bright but not too gloomy, and the plaza was quiet. A few tourists walked along the open space, but none of them stopped for long.

There appeared to be no one there waiting for the Doctor’s companions. If they arrived there and looked, they would have found no person waiting for them, not even a note. Had there been some kind of mistake? Had Captain Jack and the others forgotten what time it was? Would they be here any minute now? Or had something else happened…?

The plaza was calm and all but empty. It would not be long before the Doctor’s contacts started to arrive.


~CHAPTER 2 ~ Now It Begins…~

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Jack Bowman

Jack started the morning in a cheery mood... well after he stopped shaking, his teeth didn’t clatter anymore, and his stomach loosened up somehow he became somewhat cheery... just like any man who has faced death or worse, and is able to tell about it the next morning.
“Hmmm, maybe I should get some protection.” He mused while examining his cuts and bruises under the shower. After the shower he put a kettle on, and started to prepare his stuff, sorting out some things from his backpack and from the shopping list as well. When the water was boiling he tossed at least half a dozen filters into the boiling water, and dumped a big load of sugar into the brew as well.
After an hour or so, when he finished preparing his little gadgets, he took the filters out, and poured the still warm, almost black drink into a thermos. It was still tea, in the way a pit-bull is still a puppy. After cleaning up after himself, he put the plastic bowls he couldn’t clean into a bag, and wrote a note next to it.
While still some time on his hands Jack visited a shop for skate-boards, and used his ‘coupon’ to buy a couple of things, such as: elbow- and knee pads, wrist guards and gloves, a helmet and a board. The board was mainly for show, while you could wear the pads under the clothes, and the gloves don’t stick out either the helmet does. On the other hand if you carry a skateboard as well, people won’t give you strange looks when walking around in a helmet.
It was somewhat before 3 PM when Jack arrived at the plaza. While he was never a good boarder, he had one with the age of twelve; he decided to give it a try while waiting. Of course no sane man would seriously skateboard with glasses, and a heavy pack on his back, so Jack was already content with slowly rolling around back and forth in short, straight lines on the plaza. He looked like just the poor nerd-boy, who is looked down by everyone, and is now trying to fit in with the cool kids, and trying to learn how to skateboard, a scene where you don’t know if you should laugh, or feel pity for him.

~Curtis James Silva~ A Thief's Game

Curtis leaned back against the wall just outside a meager hotel. He couldn't shoot for anything too big in daylight, so this one would have to do. He looked down at his watch, a quarter til three, guests would be checking out by now and this is where they made big mistakes. Curtis headed for the back door and slipped inside as a family, children complaining and all, carried bags out to the lot. Doors on each side were held open so that moving the bags would be easier, but this also made it much easier on Curtis, no having to break inside. Checking left and right Curtis slowly pushed a door open, room 102, he noted. A backpack was laying on the bed and a small suit case on the floor, backpack first, Curtis decided as it was more likely to hold the more expensive items in it. He pulled open the smallest zipper first; it had some cash, which he promptly pocketed, a few identification cards, apparently the bag belonged to a blond female, and a black case that held a blank piece of paper. Curtis let out a small hum, well maybe it would be good for notes or something, he decided before pocketing it as well.

Foot steps could be heard from down the hall and Curtis let out a quiet curse before quickly pulling the zipper shut and slipping into the small closet, leaving it open just enough to see out of.

~Emerald Marie Ivy~ Everything Always Goes Wrong When Your Late...

Ivy was a bit panicked, it was closed to three and the people at the front desk were taking their sweet time with her check out. Ivy rushed back to her room, mentally going through a checklist to make sure that she had everything. "I should be good to go," Ivy muttered to herself as she pushed open the door to the hotel room and headed to the bathroom to do one final room check for anything she may have missed.

A small sound came from the other room that made Ivy jump and turn around quickly. "Hello? Is someone their?" She asked hoping that it was just house keeping, or maybe someone who was ready to yell at her for coming back in the room after she had already checked out. A man stood in the center of the room, "Sorry miss, didn't know anyone was suppose to be in here." The man turned quickly and walked out of the room, a second later she realized that he was carrying her backpack.

Ivy let out a frustrated scream, "Stop, thief!" She grabbed her other bag and took off running after him. "Get back here you!"

~Curtis James Silva~

Too easy, Curtis mentally congratulated himself, that is until he heard the woman coming after him. He took off in a sprint toward Roald Dahl Plass. It would be the best place to force his chaser off his trail. He arrived at the Plass short of breath knowing that the one chasing him was just a turn behind him. He ran past a nerdy-looking man riding back and forth on a skateboard and slide past him into a temporary hiding place.

~Emerald Marie Ivy~

Gotta keep after him, Ivy turned the corner and nothing. He was just gone. All she saw were a few people populating the street and a guy who was skating back and forth. She ran up to the skating man, "Did a man in a white shirt carrying a red backpack run through here?" She asked him in a frantic voice.

Harold and Isabelle sat in Wagamam's over looking Roald Dahl Plass, sharing an interesting amalgamtion of oriental dishes that Harold was sure he had never had in the orient, but he joked he was getting old. He watched some youth kick about on a skateboard wondering, not for the first time, about the adventure infront of him. There of course was still adventure on Earth, good adventures that pushed people to the very limits, but the possibilities filled him with inspiration, he even had the first part of the story pennned in his head. He knew he could never publish it as one of his actual adventres, but a different type of novel for him, now that could work well.... Harold stopped his train of thought and realised he had been staring at te kid on the skateboard. Isbelle, halfway through a mouthfull of spinich and noddeles, looked up quizickly as she noticed her companion had stopped eating.
*What? You see something?*
*Huh?... oh ... i don't know, maybee?* He looked at her, unmade-up and wearing some new clothes from a local shop chain and wondered what she thought of it all. He glanced at his new attire, he had almost forgoten what passed for fashion and smilled at the smilling sun motief on his red hoddie. *Eat up, i think we need to head down now*
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Down on the surface, underneat the pressing clouds, Harold and Isabelle walked into the Pass and sat down on the steeps facing the millenuim concert hall, looking for some visable sign of the mystirous tourchwood. The kid with the skateboard passed slowly behind them and Harold could feel the eyes on his back. He turned. Just then a body flew past at speed flowed by a lady also in a hurry.
H had been just about to ask te guy on the skateboard but this sudden movment had caght him off guard, Isabelle just looked starteled, grabing Harolds arm hopeing that they were not running from another santa!

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Jack kept rolling back and forth, always slowly, always in straight lines, and when he had to stop he put down one foot and pulled it over the ground to loose speed, like the bloody amateur he was. He attracted some strange looks, but it didn’t bother him much, but there was a man in the nearby restaurant who just kept staring at him. Jack didn’t look back, but he was aware of the guy.
“Don’t mind me; I’m just a nerdy skater-boy.” He hummed to himself, and kept on rolling. Then the guy, and a woman… oh there was a women sitting with him… well never mind… when the two were walking over the square Jack rolled across behind them, taking a good look. “Maybe they are robots as well; look for LEDs, metal parts, bolts… then wack’em.” Jack was dwelling in his own thoughts as a man rushed past him. The young man quickly jumped off the board, his heart staring to beat faster from the scare. “Bloody idiot, almost pushed me over.” He fumed watching the man running behind one of the columns, completely forgetting about the couple he was just stalking a second ago.
“… run through here?” The girl asked while panting. A wide smile crept around Jack’s face. Hero time! The boy reached down, and picked up his skateboard, and started walking toward the column Curtis was hiding behind. “Payback time! Now you get it for almost pushing me over, you scum!” When he reached the column he stopped and looked at the man behind. “Oi, tosser! What a girly backpack you got!” He yelled at the man, holding his board in both hands. As the man tried to make a run for it, Jack flung the board at him. The piece of wood and plastic caught the running man at his legs, making him stumble. Jack was already charging head lowered like a bull, ramming his helmet at kidney high into the back of Curtis, taking him to the ground. “Haha! I’m awesome… wait, what if he tries to fight back?” A thought came to Jack’s mind, who tried to be as heavy as possible, holding the thief to the ground.

~Sgt. Mini Fillmore~


----Hotel, Cardiff (TIME: 0530 HOURS/5:30 AM)----

"WAKE UP IN THE MORNING WITH A HEAD LIKE 'WHAT YA DONE?'
THIS USED TO BE THE LIFE BUT I DON'T NEED ANOTHER ONE.
GOOD LUCK CUTTING NOTHING, CARRYING ON, YOU WEAR THEM GOWNS.
SO HOW COME I FEEL SOME LONELY WHEN YOU'RE UP, GETTING DOWN.

SO I PLAY ALONG WHEN I HEAR THAT SPECIAL SONG.
I'M GONNA BE THE ONE WHO GETS IT RIGHT.
YOU BETTER KNOW WHEN YOU'RE SWINGING 'ROUND THE ROOM.
LOOKS LIKE MAGIC'S SOLELY YOURS TONIGHT.

BUT I DON'T FEEL LIKE DANCING WHEN THE OLD JOANNA PLAYS.
MY HEART CAN TAKE A CHANCE BUT MY TWO FEET CAN'T FIND A WAY.
YOU'D THINK THAT I COULD MUSTER UP A LITTLE SOFT SHOE, GENTLE SWAY.
BUT I DON'T FEEL LIKE DANCIN'. NO SIR, NO DANCING TODAY.

DON'T FEEL LIKE DANCIN', DANCIN'!
EVEN IF I FIND NOTHIN' BETTER TO DO.

DON'T FEEL LIKE DANCIN', DANCIN'!
WHY'D YOU BREAK DOWN WHEN I'M NOT IN THE MOOD?

DON'T FEEL LIKE DANCIN', DANCIN'!
RATHER BE HOME WITH THE ONE IN BED THAN OUT WITH YOU-O-O..."


"Ugh..." said a voice from under the covers of the two hotel beds in the room. A hand reached out to cease the god forsaken music that was disturbing its owner's slumber. A head poked out from under the sheets and a peering eye took a peek at the time displayed on the hotel room's alarm clock. 5:30 AM. 'Why so early?' Although it should have been obvious. After all there's only one person who would wake up this early in morning.

"RISE AND SHINE, SOLDIER! TIME TO START YOUR FIRST DAY IN THE UK! FIRST THING ON THE LIST; A HEALTHY JOG THROUGH CARDIFF! COME ON, MOVE IT, MOVE IT, MOVE IT!"

Stars filled up Specialist Hay's sight as his head recovered from hitting the hotel room's floor. This was NOT the way he wanted to wake up. "Can't you at least try to take a break from military life?" he asked her, knowing fair well what the answer is going to be.

"No can do, soldier. Now hop to it! Nobodies getting younger here!" Hays groaned and got out of bed, getting ready in a zombie-like matter. Mini was already ready for the day since she was up thirty minutes before hand. She was dressed that day not in a military uniform surprisingly, but in an ACDC T-shirt and grey sweatpants along with some sneakers. They day before Mini had insisted they went shopping for clothes fit for exercise, of course Hays wouldn't have thought that meant they were going exercising the next day. "We need to be prepared in case we'll be running from robots again, or aliens. You wouldn't want to die now, would you soldier?"

Hays sighed, "No ma'am."

"Good! Now get some clothes on!" Mini threw to Hays some of the clothes he picked out the other day. "And hurry! Before the sun comes out!" Mini did not need to be reminded that this wouldn't happen for another two hours or so.

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For the entire day Mini and Hays spent their time running around Cardiff, spending a few minutes resting while taking a train to the next stop on their "run schedule". Mini had shown herself to be an excellent driller of course, not letting Hays stop to take a breath. Mini kept on reminding him that she was supposed to be one of the golden angels that chased them the day before. She must've been reading about those angels the night before, because she did make a great impression of them.

They DID stop once in a while though. Mini single handily got him some coffee and bagels from Starbucks for breakfast. They had also managed to stop at some of its tourist attractions with Hays gibbering away about their historical significances. Mini would have never thought this guy knew so much. For lunch, they stopped at Burger King and afterwords Mini had him run extra hard. "You've got to burn that fat before it goes to your thighs!" A day with Mini may be like a day any your any old boot camp, but it did have its bright moments. Hays discovered that Mini actually had some good tips on self defense, better than the sort his sergeant gave him.

The day dragged on, and it neared the appointed time of their meeting with Captain Harkness.

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----Roald Dahl Plass (TIME: 1500 HOURS SHARP/3:00 PM SHARP)----

Just as Jack did his little stunt while catching what appeared to be a thief a duo of sweaty people dressed in workout clothing arrived. They both stopped to look at the man on the skateboard and the running woman quizzically, before exchanging looks with each other. "Are you sure we're at the right place?" asked the man. "I mean, this place seems like its overrunning with street performers, doesn't it?" Sgt. Fillmore glared at him and peered around the plaza again. "No, this has to be the place. Captain Harkness said so. But its strange, I don't see him anywhere, do you?" "Nope, can't say I do." "Perhaps he's forgotten then." Mini spotted a man nearby and woman who looked shock by the man on the skateboard's actions. The army lady walked up to the man, "You there! You don't happen to be here for the same reason I am, are you?"

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Chimaera - Roald Dahl Pass (3:15) ~ I'm late for a very important date. No time to say hello, good-bye, I'm late. I'm late. I'm late.

Chimaera ran into the Plass at break neck speed. She had gotten a room with a kitchenette and had stayed up all night baking; her large duffle bag filled with more sweets and pastries than the volume of her meager belongings, her knife kit not included.
A few small city animals followed her in her wake, a racoon, a couple squirrels and a shit-hawk. All hoping for a tidbit of her delicious pastries.
She ran into a man and landed on her butt, her knife kit banging against her knees, the tins if pastries clanging slightly against each other. She looked up and gave a sheepish laugh, Hello Mr Hays. Sorry for bumping bumping into you. She blushed a bright red.

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Harold was stunned by the takedown; fluid and brutal with a small hint of hollywood bravado. He felt that he should say something to the lad who was now pinning the other man to the floor with his body weight; just because some pretty girl has come bustling into a street following a man running dosn't mean automatically something bad is happening... hell, this man could have been the girls brother for all they knew. Harold started to stand to ask the young lady what was going on when a stern looking woman with obvious makes of a days workour, approached and abruptly questioned him and Isabelle. Harold noted the accent, but was caught out by the abruptness and directness of someone he had never met... or at least he thought he had never meet.
It took a second to recover, but Harold managed to come out with something "Well...err.. i'm actually waiting for a doctors convention. You wouldn't happen to know a good Doctor would you?" Harold felt like being a little bit clever, he was getting tierd of bieng startled.

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Small little creatre hyped up on red bull, will take over world... or explode on impact
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~Sgt. Mini Fillmore: Roald Dahl Plass, Cardiff~

Hays was taken aback by a girl who had just bumped into him. She was carrying a bunch of pastries with her, as well as a knife kit. Behind her there were even a couple of little critters. He fell back a few steps in surprise, before seeing that this girl was the one he met the day before. Specialist smiled a charming smile, and held out a hand for her.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Mini narrowed her eyes at the man. Then, she looked him over, her emerald eyes fixing his own a deathly sort of stare. The lady remained quiet for awhile as she stared, as if trying to determine whether this guy was trustworthy or not. She did not like his clever attitude, cleverness was never something she liked in her own crew. She could tell she may not like this guy, but still, his question suggested that he may be an ally. After all, he was waiting for a "doctor's convention".

"A Doctor?" she responded with a sort of firmness. "Yes, I know a Doctor. And apparently, you know him too." She gave a slight pause, before concluding, "I guess we're allies then. My name is Sgt. Miniqwa Fillmore. You may refer to me as ma'am or Sgt. Fillmore. And do NOT call me 'Gunny'." Mini looked at her companion as he said this. "Speaking of which, the man over there would be my companion, Specialist Theodore Hays. Don't pay him much mind, the man is already obnoxious enough."

"Right back at'cha Gunny!" said Hays, smirking at her in a goofy manner. He turned back to Chimaera and helped her stand up. Once that was done, he looked at her belongings. "You sure have a lot of delicious stuff in there. Did you cook them?" he asked her.

Mini scoffed at the Specialist and took the time to look the Harold's companion over in the same manner she had with him. "And who might you two be?" she asked the both of them.

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Harold smiled, he had met a few military personel on a number of trips and this sgt reminded him of most of them, her companion on the other hand gave off a slightly different persona. Harold stopped. He'd been staring off into space again.
"Well sgt, i'm Harold Newman-Jones" He smile grew wider "And this is my friend Isabelle Hidalgo. She's spanish and her grasp of English is a little off, so i do appologise if she seems a frieghtened at the moment" He turned to meet Isabelle's starteled gaze as she observed the flurry of bodies around her. Harold quickly filled her in with a few chioce words that made Isabelle take a sudden step back in shock and then, smilling her slightly shy smile, stepped forward with her hand out stretched "Hola sgt. Filmore.... buenos dias"
There was a little bit of tension in the air as Isabelle waited to see i her hand would be taken as Harold interjected "..I kind of have this feeling that some of these other people are not here by coincedence either.. Ma'am"

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Small little creatre hyped up on red bull, will take over world... or explode on impact
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~Curtis James Silva~ Roald Dahl Pass - What was that saying... Oh between a rock and a hard place.

“Oi, tosser! What a girly backpack you got!” Curtis' head shoots up, just in time to see the man he had almost knocked over running straight for him. 'Shit!' He pushed off the wall that he was using to support his weight a made it about two steps before something hit him. "Wha?" He quickly tried to regain his balance so that he wouldn't fall, that would make him very easy pray. Then someone hit him causing him to gasp out as the sudden loss of air. 'Is... is he sitting on me?' "Get off," Curtis hissed as he attempted to buck Jack off of his back. Mistake, never let down your guard, Curtis internally swore, this was bad.

~Emerald Marie Ivy~ Roald Dahl Pass

Ivy ran after Jack as he took off, "Wait, where are you going?" 'Apparently I have to work on my speed over stamina, I just can't seem to keep up with any of these...' Ivy blinked, he had caught the guy already. "That's amazing," Ivy muttered, in truth she was just kind of hoping that he would point her in the right direction, but this was... well great. Ivy drops down to one knee in front of Curtis' face, "So what do you think we should do with our big bad thief?" Vengeful? Ehh maybe just a bit, but Ivy was sure no one would really blame her for that fact.

Jack Bowman

Jack was not a brawler, and right now he had no plan for the scenario if the other man dicedes to fight him, so he did the best he could. He moved his weight to the upper back and moved up and down, trying to push the air from Curtis’ lungs preventing him from getting his strength together. Then came the girl… that’s better, now there are two against one. Ah the backpack… Jack tried to get it away from Curtis, and handle it to the girl. “Well…um… maybe call the police?” He suggested weakly, looking at Emerald with his browless eyes. “Oh my glasses… I think I lost them, I hope nobody steps on it.” He touched his face, and tried to look the way back they came, while still struggling to keep Curtis pinned on the ground.

Chimaera - RD Plass ~ More pastries

Yes, I did sir. She got up with his help and brushed herself off. I coulkdn't sleep last night and I had rented a room with a kitchen. She smiled trustingly at him. I thought we might get hungry.
She pulled some out of her bag. I have cakes and croissants, Tompouce, and Petit fours, tortes and pies. Would you like one?

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~Curtis James Silva~ Roald Dahl Pass~ The End?

Curtis struggled to regain his breath as the man above him squished him down. This was the worst position he had every been in, being caught like this left very little room for elaborate decision making and that was what he was good at. Curtis listened to the man above him speak to the girl he had stolen the bag from hoping she would say something to distract the other enough. But then the dreaded word was uttered, 'Police!' Curtis laid completely still, taking in slow breaths, trying to remain calm. Too many mistakes, to many things that could be backtracked and traced to him. If the
police got involved then his life was as good as over.

~Emerald Marie Ivy~ Roald Dahl Pass~ Decisions, decisions...

Ivy takes the bag from Jack, unzipping it briefly to pull out her phone before she pulls it onto her back for safe keeping. Ivy stared intently down at the man who was pinned to the ground, "I'll tell you what Mr. Thief, you answer my questions and we shall see what happens to you." Ivy kneels down so that it is easier to see the face of the captive thief. "So why did you do it?" The man looked her in the eye and a small smirk pulled at his face, almost as if he was internally reliving the moment. "Because you were foolish enough to leave your door unlocked." Ivy stared at him in shock, obviously she had not expected the truth from him, or if truth be told any thing quiet so blunt. Ivy let out a sigh almost wishing that he would have tried to B.S. her, "Let's go find your glasses," she said offering a hand to Jack, an honest thief who would have thought.

Jack Bowman

Jack looked between the girl and the caught thief. Well that turned out well, she got her stuff back, and there will be no bother with the cops. It didn’t feel right to Jack, that the man will get off so easily, but bothering with charges and procedure would be quite a pain in the ass, and he had better things to do. He looked down at the man under him “You want to go home and rethink your life.” he said, while making a small move with his hand over Curtis’ head. Then he turned to Emerald and took her hand, and got off the man pushing his knee into his back for the last time. “Thank you.” He said to the girl, and looked around the square for his stuff. Apparently he had no problem with spotting his glass nearby. Jack picked it up, and examined it “Good, it’s undamaged.” before putting them on. “Ahh, that’s better.” After picking up the board, he turned to Emerald, and offered her a hand. “Oh by the way, I’m Jack.” He said with a wide smile.

-Roald dahl pass-

Chris whistled quietly as he got off the bus, looking stylish in his new change of clothes he's gotten from his deposit box, he took a quick look around and two groups came to his attention, especially the one that delicious smell was coming from. He took a deep breath through his nostrils and grinned widely. I Smell CAKE. he yelled as he bounded over to Chimaera and skidded to a halt directly in front of her, his hands outstretched, ane hand open for delivery and the other full of notes for payment. I'll take two croissants, one chocolate, one plain, one apple pie, two cakes, one coffee, one lemon and something with orange or strawberries, whatever you recommend please, and hurry, I'm meeting someone and I'll need to eat them before he gets here otherwise I may have to share, now GIMME.

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“One day you wake up and realize the world can be conquered.”

Chimaera - RDP ~ Omigod

Chimaera put a hand over her chest. You scared me sir. I'm Kathleen Salmon, call me Chimaera, though. She smiled as she got the required pastries. Putting the boxes down in a perfectly straight line at her feet. The vanilla cream pie has segmented orange slices and a fanned strawberry on top. She pulled out a small box and placed the pastries inside, deftly making sure to put them in a pretty presentation. You don't have to be so rude though. It seems we're all waiting for someone. She thought a second; tilting her head as he long thick braid followed, and said, Were you sent by Mr. Doctor too? And waiting for Captain Jack? She started closing the little boxes and putting them back in a certain order

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You... you really don't get it... do you? I... I love him... I'd die with him. Or for him. That's what you do... how you feel when you love someone. - Impulse