Torchwood Three; Cardiff, Wales

With Ken and Dawn heading for the hub, Jack Harkness needed to talk to Dmitri. Three could handle pregnancy and paternity tests. The medical scans were quick and painless. After everything Dawn had already been through, the experience would be anything but. Jack reminded himself that Dawn was from 1968. Single and pregnant was a lot different in 1968. A married father made it worse no matter what year. Despite the incredibly bizarre circumstances, interacting with Gwen had to rough. He wished Dawn said something before being asked to speak to Gwen about Rhys.

His mobile rang. "Harkness."

"Captain Harkness." Dr. Floyd sounded overwhelmed. "According to to the PD, you've been busy blowing things up."

"What happened?"

"A lot." She sighed. "The investigation into the DC Cowley shooting found something this morning. I was called because the investigator had no idea what he found. I'm standing here looking at it…"

Jack softened his tone. "What?"

"Have you heard of ectogenesis?"

"Artificial gestation."

"Yeah. Uh. Thorn Cadawaler, the unexplained brain hemorrhaged." She hesitated. "Facial recognition and unusual DNA connect Cadawaler to various crimes. Two committed after he died." Pause. "One of the dead at Cardiff Docks could be his identical twin. I haven't had a chance to process everything."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm in a facility. Have you ever seen something you didn't want to believe? Something to horrifying for words."

Jack tried to piece together what she was talking about. He brought up the Cadawaler case file. Gwen had written up basics, but focused more on the connection to Morpheus and his brothers. A note by Ianto caught his attention.

"You said Cadawaler was tied to crimes after his death?"

"Yeah."

"Is one of them a rape?"

"No."

"We have CCTV footage that looks like Cadawaler wearing a PD uniform. The victim asked specifically for Torchwood and protective custody because she believes her rapist is a police officer."

Dr. Floyd swore. "I will text you an address." She took a moment. "Jack, I realize that there are limits to even Torchwood. But some things…" The called ended.

After reviewing the conversation in his head, Jack wondered if Dr. Floyd wanted him to blow something up. He'd seen evidence of ectogenesis pods at the London sleep center. The Pierro group had the technology for cloning themselves. They were guilty of a lot: rape, swapping DNA at a fertility clinic, abduction, and imprisonment, in the very least. The information on tainted souls and genetic modifications suggested they were additionally experimenting on themselves. Ego and insanity mixed with advanced technology.

He hoped the new horror at least meant he could end it. Rhawn Glas and her clients needed closure. The question of course was how Carne Humphries was involved. Ianto could review old and new information. Dmitri needed to stay to monitor those in the infirmary and see to Dawn. Ianto could confer with Dmitri on medical, if needed.

The door opened and Gwen stepped into his office. She looked better. He hoped that meant Anwen was recovering. "Morning."

"John is up. He said Anwen's fine and that Dmitri saved her life." Gwen exhaled sharply. "When did I start listening to John?"

When did any of them? "How are you doing?"

"I need to get away from that perpetually amused woman."

"Tiarni?"

"She's in the infirmary with Dmitri." Gwen shook her head. "Dmitri found her videos on African safaris. She was laughing about baby elephant when I left."

"Up for a drive? Dr. Floyd called."

Gwen sighed. "Something simple? Like a Hoix loose in a food warehouse."

"It's what we needed to know about the Pierro group in Cardiff."

John Hart returned to the hub from Butetown Pier. The fresh air and sunlight did little for his frame of mind. He needed time to think. Leaving Earth hadn't worked. Coming back drunk and stoned did little for his self-confidence. His relationship with Keara kept replaying in his mind. Everything he knew about her said she was capable of creating their relationship and letting him nearly destroy himself. He hadn't loved her. Not like his Anwen. But they'd been close.

"John." Ken walked down the hall toward him with Dawn. "Are you okay?"

"The situation in Dublin went sideways."

Ken hugged him. "The crazy mall situation?"

"Yeah." John set his forehead to Ken's. "Why are you here?"

"Dawn's not feeling well. I talked to Jack. He said to bring her in."

John wondered what Ken was lying about. He tenses up when he responded. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah." Ken was definitely lying.

Ectogenesis Facility

Gwen Cooper remembered Rhys' accusations as she climbed into the van with Jack. Her family was in the infirmary and she was headed to yet another insane Torchwood situation. No matter how she tried to justify it, nothing changed. She chose Jack over her family.

The stress didn't help. Anwen suggestion of dream-sharing made it worse. Her daughter had no idea what she was trying to avoid. The guilt took hold after Rhys' return. The daydream Jack offered was simple and easy. Marriage and parenthood were hard. She loved her family. With time, her and Rhys would work out everything. They'd been through so much already, it was just a matter of time and effort.

Jack parked the Torchwood van beyond the police barricade. The warehouse and the car park had been blocked off. Various emergency services filled the surrounding the area. The morgue vehicles were the only ones near the building.

"Jack, what is this?" Gwen eyed the vehicles as Jack led toward the warehouse. "That's a biohazard unit."

He stopped and waited for her to reach him. "I think its a cloning factory."

"People?"

"Yeah."

Gwen didn't want to believe it. "Dr. Floyd said cloning?"

"No. She was so disturbed, she couldn't describe it on the phone."

Why couldn't it be a foraging Hoix? Or lost, harmless aliens. Idiots on nonviolent drugs.

Dr. Floyd greeted them at the door looking traumatized. From the Mercia Tew reports, the medical examiner had to wade through blood. She'd dealt with the sand embolism and Miriam Morgans approach to justice without blinking. Gwen didn't want to see what could unnerve Guinevere Floyd.

"This is an ethical nightmare." She rubbed her face. "Eight third trimester infants. Everything I have so far tells me those children are clones of serial killers. I can cite examples of more than one adult with the same genetics committing the same crimes." She sighed. "I can in theory prove they modified their genetics. They're not human. Except they can reproduce with humans. Which by basic biology makes them the same species."

"We need to review what the group behind this were doing."

Dr. Floyd nodded. "Half the basement is filled with computers and unidentifiable technology."

Torchwood Three

Ianto Jones sat in the infirmary next to Anwen and Trefor. He had a laptop on the small bedside table between their cot and the door. His office was to quiet. He'd gotten used to sitting with the kids.

Trefor swung his legs over the edge of the cot. "Is mum okay?"

"Yeah." Ianto reached over and mussed Trefor's hair. "She's worried about Anwen and your dad."

"Why is mum mad at Uncle Jack?"

Ianto had no idea how to explain that. "When adults are upset, they can act weird."

"Uncle Jack makes people weird?"

Ianto chuckled. "No." Although Jack definitely had an affect on people. They loved or they hated him.

"Are you working?"

"Yeah. Jack needs me to track some bad people. I checked the security pictures to track cars."

Trefor held out his hands, and Ianto picked him up. Since Trefor couldn't read, there was no harm in him seeing the screen. Cars and license plates weren't a problem.

Ianto couldn't help but think they needed a better way to review footage. He didn't know if it was possible for a camera to recognize license plates like faces, but it would make life easier. He had to stop traffic cam images, adjust the picture to grab plates and than type in the numbers. Running the numbers was simple enough.

"Idiot car." Trefor had been quiet for awhile.

"What?"

Trefor motioned at the screen. "Dad called that an idiot car."

Ianto couldn't help but think the sports car was distinctive. "Where did he see it?"

"By Mrs. Driscoll's. She has a puppy."

"What were you doing?" Ianto hoped to get an idea when to check CCTV near their building.

"Anwen wanted me to see Mrs. Driscoll's puppy."

A few more questions gave him the time of day at least. He couldn't fault a three year-old for not knowing when and where. Recognizing the car was impressive.

"Anwen says we can't have a dog. But I'd feed it."

Ianto checked the neighborhood around Hughes Flats while Trefor explained why he deserved a puppy. His argument involved examples of how they could take care of it with so many people having different schedules. A determined kid with innate tactical skills.

"There." Trefor pointed at the screen. "It has weird wheels."

Ianto found an angle to check the license plate. It was the same car. There were any number of reasons the Pierro group would be interested in them. None were good.

"I found a clue," Trefor said happily as Ianto reached for his mobile.

The driver information was impressive, and potentially explained the connection between Dr. Carne Humphries and the group. He checked the doctor's address to be sure. The car's owner lived next door to Humphries. That could mean the fertility doctor wasn't intentionally involved.