Red Dragon Centre; Cardiff, Wales

Saying the day had not gone as expected was an understatement. Gwen said the kids needed her and took them home. After talking to Ken, John offered to keep an eye on Dawn. John said something about Dawn and Ken shopping after Ken's shift. Which reminded Jack Harkness again about Williams Haulage. With Rhys in the infirmary under observation, Jack couldn't ask him about hiring Ken. Although Torchwood didn't have an opening, or even a job that fit Ken's skill set, Jack would have to hire Ken if another issue affected his job at the Disney store.

Ianto suggested dinner in a restaurant. It felt strange sitting down for a nice meal with more than one situation unresolved. With Rhys in the infirmary, and Dmitri dealing with his own issues, the former alchemy lab would be home for awhile. The stress would affect Ianto soon, if it wasn't already.

The newest restaurant had a tavern theme. Waitresses were dressed as conservative wenches. Waiters wore outfits that were either swashbucklers or pirates. Jack appreciated attractive men in tight pants even if the outfits were absurd.

"I can't take you anywhere." Ianto sounded amused.

"The decor is impressive."

"I bet." Ianto motioned discreetly to Jack's right. "The girls find you more interesting than the waiters."

Jack chuckled. "Jealous or interested?" He'd seen the trio of early twenty-somethings when they sat down.

"You wish." Ianto opened a linen napkin.

"It could be fun."

"We could could find another social event. I got an email earlier for ballroom dancing. Laren asked about you."

Jack tried to remember her. "Which one is she?"

"Late fifities, early sixties. Came to Cardiff to help with her sisters' grand-kids."

"The aging hippie whose son-in-law is a conservative minister." Jack remembered she was found of sexual innduendos.

Ianto nodded. "Laren's bored. She needs a more interesting dance partner."

Jack caught the movement from his left, distracting him from the conversation. Rex had horrible timing. Showing up now probably had something to do with the London sleep center and the return of the missing FBI agent. Rex missed their meeting without explanation and didn't send the information he agreed to. Rumors suggested Rex had disappeared in South America for awhile. Which wasn't to much of a concern after Miracle Day.

"Company?" Ianto asked.

"The CIA."

"He's late."

Rex Masterson grabbed a chair and sat between. He wore black trousers and a dark green, short sleeve, button front shirt. It was probably an attempt to blend. Except he looked like a government agent in a weird shirt. "Do you ever buy new clothes, World War II?"

"Ianto, meet Rex Masterson."

"Gwen said you were seeing someone." Rex turned and offered his hand to Ianto. They shook. "I figured I should offer my condolences."

"Did you bring the information?" Jack asked.

Rex removed an external hard drive and set it on the table. "There have been two attempts on the records facility holding that information. It's not even classified. A Freedom for Information Act request would get access. Eventually."

"Any idea who?" Ianto asked.

"Does the name Ronald Beaupre mean anything?"

Jack reached for the drive. "Yeah. He's dead."

"How long?"

"Months. He had a disagreement with an organized crime family in South Africa." Which was partially true. The attempt on Aman was a result of a disagreement between Beaupre and Bashiri Oliveira.

"Did you see the body?"

"Beaupre is dead. Why?"

Rex motioned at the hard drive. "Someone using the name wants that information."

"How long?" Jack wondered if that was another Janne Talbot problem.

"Weeks." Rex eyed him a moment. "Did you find the Arctic Wind?"

"Yes. Recovering it will be difficult." Or impossible.

"Why?"

Jack explained that the WWII era icebreaker was laying on it's side in a Tasmanian lake. "The area is restricted for safety reasons." The Atmore problem had not been completely resolved.

Rex's expression was priceless. "The Australians didn't notice a landlocked ship for seventy years?"

"We think it's been there less than a month."

"Is nothing sane around you?"

"No," Ianto said, amused.

"Speaking of insanity," Rex removed a piece of paper from his pocket. "I was recently in South America. I've been tracking a bizarre pseudo-religious cult network." He unfolded the paper. "The Fellowship of Inner Peace was reportedly attacked last year by a psychic organizaton. From what I can tell, the network is still in place despite the death of the cult's prophet. That is where it gets weird."

The wrinkled photocopy looked like an official document. "What is it?"

"A Brazilian marriage certificate. Aman Oliveria." Rex tapped the paper. "The man who got married was in his forties or fifities. Various details connect him to a Bashiri Oliveira who relocated to South Africa. Bashiri has a son named Aman whose eighteen. Rumor has it he joined Torchwood and his father wants you dead."

Jack couldn't help but wonder why future Aman left a paper trail. "Bashiri tried."

"Aman married a man named Idrissa. There is an Idrissa living at the former cult compound in Nigeria."

"Idrissa is the caretaker of Torchwood Nigeria," Jack said quietly. That would be easy enough for Rex to find out. "The cult reopened old Torchwood office."

Rex nodded. "Bashiri Oliveira is connected to Ronald Beaupre and South African organized crime. Aman Oliviera, the older version, has an information network of psychics and hackers. Except there is no evidence he created it. There is evidence that the younger Aman and Idrissa currently use the network. According to contacts in South America, it's run by a strange British woman and a German hacker with mythical skills."

"Strange how?"

"A psychic who cloned herself. One of those clones is said to be crazy."

"Is her name Keara?"

Rex nodded. "What's Torchwood Global?"

"It doesn't exist yet."

"Yeah, it does. Keara's motivation appears to be killing anyone who ever associated with Beaupre."

Jack wondered if there were more Kearas involved than they already knew about. "A rumor said you were missing in South America."

Rex nodded. "Yeah. A drug lord didn't like the agency. He thought the CIA was raiding orphanages and other facilities he used for human-trafficking. A couple of his missing victims helped me after I escaped."

"Is he still a problem?"

"No. Keara apparently trained the girls and set them lose on the men who victimized them." He shook his head. "One of those girls mentioned Vera. She said any man who would defy his country to avenge his woman deserved to live."

That really made Jack wonder. "How many people knew about you and Vera?" Or the horrific way Vera died.

"For sure? You, me and Gwen."

That was why Rex delivered the information in person.