Yes, it's a pretty short chapter. Sorry about that. I'm sleepy. I was up until 2am, and then had to wake up six hours later to type this up. The next two chapters are nice and long, though, promise.

Today I'm off to London with some friends, playing a game of Tag. Yes, we're really that bored.

As you can probably tell, Captain Jack's driving is an endless source of amusement to me. I would NOT want to be in any vehicle that he was driving. The Torchwood team have no choice. XD

Please R&R!

Jack's voice shot through the com. "Ianto, we have one subdued and one Weevil fatality, cause unknown. At least, I think it's a Weevil. Bit hard to tell." The boot of the car was thick with blood, and the creature – whatever it was – had had almost its entire face ripped to shreds. Its eyeballs had been removed and both its hands and feet looked like they might have been dipped in acid – the severe blistering made them almost unrecognisable. "It looks like somebody was trying to hide the identity of the victim. Either way, it's been dead too long to be our other signal, so keep your eyes open."

"Jack?" Lois' voice was unsteady. "The other signal disappeared. Just now. I can't retrieve it."

"OK, regroup. Ianto, bring the SUV into the car park, we're by a red Peugeot. Let's take these two back to the Hub."

"Already on it."

Andy looked from the corpse to Jack in alarm. "Hang on, you can't just let the other one escape – there's a housing estate just across there!"

Jack laughed mirthlessly. "I've had dealings with that estate before. It's the Weevil you should be worried for."

The SUV trundled around the corner, coming to an abrupt stop. Anna leapt out just ahead of Ianto, plugging the boot open and rushing across to help with the body. "Blimey, she's seen better days." Anna gave the corpse little more than a fleeting glance as she passed it, bending down to help Jack lift the unconscious Weevil.

Ianto glanced across at her. "What makes you think it's a she?"

"Purse in her right trouser pocket."

"Right." Ianto didn't seem reassured in the slightest by this new information – quite the opposite, in fact. "But it's wearing the jumpsuit. Nobody wears jumpsuits."

Jack grinned as he and Anna heaved the Weevil into the back of the SUV, ignoring Lois' comments about the smell from inside the vehicle. "Yeah, jumpsuits don't come back into fashion until the dawn of the 23rd century."

"So what do we think? Decoy?"

"...Maybe." Jack paused, frowning, and strode back over to re-inspect the body. "But if it's a woman that we were meant to mistake as a Weevil, why the purse? Like it's been put there just to throw us off."

"Maybe it was," Ianto said. "Maybe it's a Weevil that we were meant to mistake as a woman mistaken as a Weevil. Like a sort of double bluff?"

Jack shook his head. "Why bother?" He stared at the corpse for a while longer, then turned and headed back to the SUV. "Andy, Ianto, move the corpse into the back. Make sure the Weevil can't get to it – we don't want evidence contaminated."

"Well, hang on a second," Andy protested, gesturing towards it. "I know you lot are used to just taking what you like from crime scenes, but you should at least tell them there's been a murder."

Jack heaved half a sigh. "Lois?"

"I'm patching through to the local station now." She smiled, but didn't look entirely reassured.

"Good. Any other problems, PC Davidson?" Jack's expression hinted at a smirk, though Andy paid no attention.

"Yes, actually. We'll both have our prints on it from picking it up."

"If you can get it in without touching it, that'd be great." Jack flashed him a toothy smile.

Andy stood there for a moment, pondering Jack's request, while Ianto grimaced at him. "He's joking with you, Andy. It doesn't matter if our DNA gets mixed in, we have records that we can use to eliminate ourselves from the list of potential suspects. Not," he said slowly, eyes trailing over the mutilated corpse, "that I think a human did this."

Andy looked at him in alarm. "Then what the bloody hell was it?" Ianto shrugged, and Andy's eyes turned towards the Weevil that was stirring blearily in the back. "Hey, it wasn't one of them, was it?"

Ianto shook his head. "No, Weevils usually attack using teeth and claws. They wouldn't be able to burn the hands and feet like that." He closed the boot, having already heaved the corpse into it with limited help from Andy. "Jack, Weevil's starting to come around. Better get back to the Hub fast if you want the corpse intact."

Grinning, Jack entered the SUV on the other side. "Guess I'm driving, then." He adjusted the seat before checking in the mirrors that the whole team were accounted for. Ianto slipped in beside him. "Buckle up, kids. We could be in for a nasty ride." Jack's foot hit the accelerator before any of them knew what had hit them. The SUV screeched up the road once more, leaking a sparse trail of blood behind it as it went. Nobody in the streets even blinked as they passed by. Those in the vehicle noticed nothing either; they were too busy clinging on for dear life.