A/N: Standard disclaimer applies; I only own my DVD collection and my imagination, but not the characters or original universes. Many thanks to the brilliant minds who came up with such wonderful stories and characters to play with. No profit, or compensation of any kind, will ever be earned from this story, with the exception of whatever reviews you wish to leave. I have currently completed the first 5 chapters of this, and will post one a day until I run out, then I will post as I write. If I complete more chapters before getting through the first 5, then one a day will continue until I am out of previously written material. Unfortunately, Chapters 1 & 3 are both very short.

Spoilers:

1st Mystery Fandom

2nd Mystery Fandom

3rd Mystery Fandom

I will update the above if people are able to guess the fandom, or as I formally introduce (by name) each character. Only after one of the above happens for each fandom will I reveal Spoilers and setting for that fandom, at the beginning of the next Chapter. The first character is formally introduced in Chapter 4, the other two are still awaiting introduction at the end of Chapter 5 (though one or both will probably be introduced in Chapter 6). Each character is only counted as introduced when he reveals his name to the other characters. I will also update the categorization as the first two fandoms are guessed/revealed.

It hadn't required much thought, the decision to re-enlist. After all, he had been a soldier for several decades before – before the incident. A few of his buddies with high enough security clearance to know the truth had even pulled a few strings so that he could skip a few steps. They couldn't restore his rank, that would have been too noticeable. Not that it would have been his rank for much longer anyway according to the scuttlebutt he picked up.

But he was finally back in the United States Air Force. And Captain was at least a decent place to start his second career. Somehow he'd even landed a job that was close to what he had been doing, before, and he might one day be able to go back. He suspected Ferretti had a role. In the meantime though, he couldn't quite figure out his orders.

For reasons passing understanding, he'd been ordered across the Atlantic – to Cardiff of all places – and told to wait. His orders said that he could do as he liked as long as he spent a minimum amount of time each day in and around Roald Dahl Plass. Supposedly, he was on some kind of targeted recruitment mission, but they hadn't given him anyone to recruit. He was told that he would know the targets when he met them, and that the organization was based somewhere near there. Unfortunately, frequent turnover meant that his bosses didn't know who they were trying to recruit, especially as this 'unit' had split off from the main part of its organization – sometime around the time that the main headquarters in London had been destroyed.

That was all the information that he'd been given. He was told that knowing the name of their group in advance could tip them off prematurely, alarm the target group. If they got alarmed, he'd been told, either he or the target group, possibly both, would disappear. Permanently.

He was to act as if he was on leave and wait to be approached – or to have an "incident," whatever that was. He could use his original name as cover, and say that he had family in the area. If he failed to make contact within a certain period of time, he would be rotated out and another agent sent in. If any one agent stayed too long, it could "alarm" the group, and he really didn't want to dwell on what kind of badness could befall the unfortunate agent.