Artic Observatory; Prince of Wales Island, Nunavut, Canada
Jerard Sarkisian and Keara arrived in the computer room in a burst of red energy. He rarely struggled with his temper. He'd even convinced more than one person over the years he didn't have anger problems. But he had an overwhelming urge to find the people that targeted him and threatened her.

Alarms briefly filled the computer lab as Keara clung to him with her face pressed to his shoulder. She would have easily escaped without his help. Logic did nothing to lessen the adrenaline or fear.

The computer clicked. "What did you do?!" Ettie demanded.

"I destroyed the research files and the people trying to take them." Although Jerard admitted he wasn't certain of their motivations. The facility had been unsecured for decades.

"You are not staying here."

"Keara needed a safe place. I'm not welcome in Nigeria." Jerard kissed the top of her head. "I need to go."

Keara griped Jerard. "Ettie, this is about your family secrets. Your grandfather created more than a genetic connection to a supernatural entity. People like Beaupre and this group think your family knows more about it than you do."

She was keeping his secrets, Jerard thought. If her psychic ability gave her that much, she knew the rest.

"Beaupre tried manipulating his daughter and Art Sarkisian. That's what the research facility was underneath Victoria Park initially. It's why Bobby and Celeste." She looked at Jerard apologetically. "And others were created. They thought they could exploit the genetic connection. But it doesn't work that way." Pause. "These people want technology that can manipulate reality. They thought Jerard could be bribed into giving it to them. When that didn't work, they told him he had a daughter and tried to use her as leverage." Pause. "He destroyed Beaupre's international black ops network to save her."

Saving Celeste was an act of redemption not heroism. The first time he saw her on a video conference call, he knew what he had to do.

"How do we find the kids?"

The one thing they truly had in common. They were angry, self-absorbed loners who loved their family.

"I don't know."

Jerard needed more information and a place to work. "The people who affected the DeKalb landfill might know."

Keara looked up at him. "There's a Torchwood office north of Kuala Lampur. We can go there. Director Matheson needs an office outside of Europe."

"When was it used last?"

"The 50s. Malaysia gained it's independence from Great Britain in 1957."

Jerard hesitated. "You just know that?"

"Keara on the station knows that. She's checking to see how we access the facility. There was a problem with an airplane in Jakarta that was headed for Kuala Lampur. She was already looking into it."

Jerard hated to admit limitations. "I don't know anything about Malaysia."

She smiled. "You will learn."

"The space station just transferred a file. It's in a old mission." Ettie sounded annoyed. "An imperialist set up a hobbyist research facility." Pause. "He definitely sounds like you, cousin. Egotistical, self-absorbed. He went to what he considered a primitive country to study the locals."

Jerard ignored the insult. "How is it connected to Torchwood?"

"He found alien technology and unexplained plants in the area. The facility was taken over by Torchwood primarily as a monitoring post. It was never solved. They closed the doors in 1957." Ettie paused. "I have the coords and how to open it."

"Will you talk to Luc about bots? Cleaning and security?"

"Maybe if you stopped asking his financee to run off to France with you, you could ask him."

Jerard smiled. "Just welcoming her to the family."

Ettie groaned. "Keara, it's not to late go home."

"Jerard reminds me of home."

Ettie laughed. "There you go, cousin. You found a woman that understands you need a padded room and a hug me jacket."

Keara whispered. "Sorry."

He lightly rubbed her back. "I need the information."

"Check the device on the table. I transferred the details."

Keara reluctantly released him. Jerard moved over to the table and picked up the hand-held. The technology was a definite improvement on what he had gotten used to under the prison.

"The Keara on the station is making arrangements with Four for the tech we need," Keara said.

Jerard needed to ask her how that connection worked. He questioned the timing and the motivation. She suddenly knew he was in danger as the older version of herself was reviewing a tactical expansion of the network. Then when they needed a safe place to go, the older version had all the information ready to transfer.

"Time to go," Ettie announced. "Don't come back." The intercom clicked off.

Jerard held out his hand to Keara. "Our castle awaits, milady."