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Gwen was beside herself as she paced the lab, clenching and unclenching her hands.
""I still want to know what the hell those things were" Rex said again as he winced, pulling his arm back from the med-tech who was lancing the boil that had popped.
"Predators" a mousy little woman said, pushing her glasses up her nose with her pencil as she spoke.
She was a nerdy little white version of Toshiko … with half the IQ.
"Don't be stupid" Gwen snorted, "I don't need bullshit theories right now, I need facts."
"There are extensive files on their … hunting methods and photographs of crime scenes" the girl frowned with annoyance, "They are real and if you saw one, you probably didn't see a lot more. They travel in a … a unit."
Gwen swung to glare at her with open disgust, "Daisy, how much to I pay you to be a fucking bimbo with a pencil stuck in her hair?"
Daisy slammed her file shut and rose to leave, "Obviously not enough."
Gwen stepped towards her and Rex snarled, "Let her go!"
"Has she had a shot yet?" she demanded and Rex sighed.
"Gwen, you can't force them all to take part in this madness" he warned her, "your experiments have got to stop, Genna and Freddy have already died."
"That wasn't my fault" she blustered, "Genna had a heart condition she had failed to disclose and Freddy fell out the fucking window."
"Gwen, he bloody jumped and you know it" Rex roared, "You are turning into a monster, look at yourself!"
"It's just a matter of levels" she waved a hand at him, dismissing him.
"Gwen!"
"I want my daughter!" she screamed, "Her DNA mixed with your blood as well as Jack's. It might still work!"
"You are obsessed" Rex shook his head, "this has gone way past a Torchwood matter. You are starting to resemble the things down in the cells."
"With both of us immortal, we would be invincible" Gwen spouted, "Torchwood would be unstoppable. The Families could never touch us."
"The Families want Jack, not us" he reminded her, "You seem to be forgetting …"
"Look at me!" she snarled, "I forget nothing!"
"And the little one?" Rex felt he had to push, "What about her? That shit you were trying to tell Rhys about her not being harmed?"
"I'm sick of this" she suddenly slumped and Rex almost bought it, hesitating as he watched her lip wobble.
"I'm tired, hungry and cold" he decided to let it go, like she never could.
As he stormed from the room, she rose to her full height and tapped a toe on the floor.
She moved back to the table of still photos from the CCTV footage at the toy store.
She picked a crowd shot showing Rhys talking to someone and she felt a spike of jealousy as she looked at his open smile.
Whoever he was talking to, they were obviously welcome.
The only thing that confused her was that Jack was standing in shot, clearly not the one Rhys was looking at with open joy and she wondered who it could possibly one.
Was this the reason for his reaction to her?
Gone was the needy look, the pleading look for her to come back to him.
He had been …
Defiant.
The Predator masked men were clearly with Jack, and had been with Rhys. A good disguise, a good try as scaring her but really …
Why?
How was it all connected to this mystery person?
Gwen walked over to the whiteboard and started a new investigation.
'BABY STORE DIVA'
She then started to write Jack and Rhys' names down, adding a large question mark for the mystery girl.
For it had to be another woman.
Was Rhys even there for Anwen?
Or had the bastard already knocked his new piece of fluff up?
Gwen felt the jealously in her belly twist.
Whoever had elicited that smile was going to answer to her.
Predator masks or not.
This is Fucking Torchwood.
Nobody pisses in HER pool like this.
Gwen felt calm again, smiling softly as she looked at the edge of frame, then frowning.
She reached to the phone, "Den? Photo 16c. I need you to check the footage and clean it up, bottom left hand corner. I want as much of the edge of frame that you can possibly provide please."
She hung up with a pleasant smile to match the pleasant voice she had used and she walked back to the board, placing the photo on it with a pin, then taking a pen she drew a circle around the edge of frame.
She leaned in and glared at the smudge.
A face?