"So how do we get out?" Beth asked.
Rosabel smirked and pulled her hands out of her pocket. "I thought you'd never ask. This right here is a megaphone—and I'm going to taunt a few Sontarans. When they come to see what on Earth is going on, shoot them. Your exit is on the left."
"What about you?" Will said. "What will you do?"
"I'm going to their leader," Rose said.
Almost immediately, there was a roar of disagreement as they all tried to dissuade her. She waited for a moment—of course, they didn't quiet down fast enough, and time was ticking. "I CANNOT HEAR MYSELF THINK!" She yelled.
They quieted down.
"You are not going to stay behind," Marissa said dangerously.
"Sorry, Missy, but I have to give the Sontarans a chance to leave. It doesn't matter that I know they'll never leave—I still have to give them a chance."
"Why?" William asked. "Why give them a chance?"
She clipped her gun back around her hair and smiled at him. "The Doctor would do it." Rose replied simply, then raised the megaphone. "Sontarans! This is Professor Rosabel Stalon, head of Torchwood. All your base are belong to us—no, wait. I am inside your base. I wish to speak to your leader."
The door swung open and the five guards fell at the hands of William and Beth. Rosabel carefully stepped over them. "What ever happened to your Hippocratic oath? Or doesn't that apply to aliens?"
"I think it's more that it doesn't apply to Torchwood," Beth shrugged.
Rose saluted them. "See you in hell." She said, and dashed off to the right, towards the centre of the warehouse, where the Sontarans were having an argument about who was to blame for her being allowed to just waltz in.
"Yeah, sorry about that," She said casually. Weapons swung towards her, and she raised her hands. "Now, you could just shoot me. But then you won't hear my offer, and that would suck for you. So give me a minute, yeah?"
"We are Sontarans. We will defeat you. Sontar, ha!"
"SONTAR-HA!"
"Right, that's lovely. But I'm telling you, and you should listen, or you might want to, if I were you, that is, I would listen. Because just this once, I'm going to give you a chance. Leave Earth and never come back, or I'll destroy you all."
"Who are you to make such promises?"
"I'm the Doctor's granddaughter." She said firmly, then frowned. "Oh, God, I'm never saying that again. I am a half-human, half-Time Lord, the only one in existence. So I'm as brilliant, volatile, stubborn, and violent. Now leave, or we all get blown up."
"Sensors show high grade directional explosives set up around the warehouse," One of the Sontarans said.
Rosabel draped an arm around the rounded shoulders of the nearest Sontaran, who lowered his helmet to snarl at her.
"You will die with us, half-blood."
"Oh, yes I will. Isn't this quite the experiment? How far can I go, without actually dying? But it doesn't matter, because while we're chit-chatting, my friends have returned to Torchwood. So, pretty much—run. Run away, and don't come back."
"Never!"
She sighed—it was such a waste of life—and then she unclipped her hair and fired the gun at the ceiling.
-.-.-The Hub-.-.-
Hunter frowned at the screen. There was the signal, loud and clear, but Rosabel was still inside. Marissa and Jack leaned over his shoulders. "Don't do it," Marissa said.
"You have to do it," Jack argued.
He pressed a button on the computer and leaned back. "Rosabel left a message for you two."
"Hello, Dad. Hello, Marissa. I know you're sitting there confusing Hunter by bickering, but I think I should mention that if you're watching this, I am still alive, and I am still in authority. Don't boss Hunter around unless you know the entire plan, which I can assure you only one person knows, and that's me. I'll see you both very soon."
The screen went black, and Hunter pushed the detonation button.
"You've just killed her!" Marissa yelled.
"Look at the CCTV." Jack said gleefully. "Nothing happened—she's up to something."
Everyone crowded in around the screen to watch the unmoving warehouse. "What's the use of bombs if they don't explode?" Annabel grumbled.
"Is she triple bluffing them?" Beth said, sounding awed.
"I don't know," Hunter said honestly. "She's got some sort of plan."
On screen, Rosabel walked out of the warehouse double doors with her hands in her pockets and her hair loose, looking all for the world like she was just on a little stroll and not, say, blowing up an alien invasion force. The background was engulfed in flames as Rosabel stopped, grinned, and waved at the CCTV camera
Marissa squealed and threw her arms around Hunter's neck. Annabel and Elizabeth practically jumped Peter, clinging to him and laughing. Jack cheered and high-fived William and Anne, nearly bowling the much smaller two over.
Adrianne stumbled in just then, hair messy. "What'd I miss?"
Peter shook off everyone else and pulled her in to kiss her, only causing everyone to cheer even louder.
"Hello, Torchwood!" Rose's voice crackled over the comms system. "Someone call the Ood up and tell them to send out their best victory song—because we have won!"