"Torchwood is over."

"Not while I'm alive it isn't."

Mycroft sat back and contemplated Jack's words. "And you say The Doctor is behind this?"

"Yes."

Mycroft thought for a moment. "Any clues at all?"

"Significant people, but I'm guessing not politically, more 'defenders of the planet type'."

Mycroft nodded. "I know where to start." He pushed the intercom on his desk. "Anthea, I need secure lines to UNIT, SHEILD, The Watchers, The Academy, and the other Ministry."

The disembodied female voice simply replied "Yes, sir."

Mycroft thought a moment more, then pressed the button once again, "Oh, and I suppose you'd better call my brother too."