The first breath after you came back always hurt. It was like a kick in the chest. Jack Harkness breathed again. He scrambled to his feet and looked around wondering where the rest of his team were. They should have been right behind him. He scanned the darkness surrounding the track, most of the civilians had scattered; not that they would be any great loss to society. To his surprise the Kalarian hadn't fled. They didn't normally stick around very long. This one was currently attempting to blast a blonde woman into the ground; although, to be fair, she did have a knife in its neck.

Jack covered the ground separating him from the alien. The woman collapsed. There was a young man cowering in the shadows with his face in his hands and his head turned to the wall but the Kalarian was ignoring him. It turned on Jack once more. He could feel the electricity flicking through its body as it approached him. It was making the hair on his arms stand on end.

"HieYa," The shriek echoed round the enclosed space. The origin of the noise was Owen who half fell / half vaulted over the barrier around the track doing his best ninja hero impersonation at the same time, the rest of Torchwood wasn't too far behind him. Jack knew he would have to ask them where they had been, but he was grateful that they had arrived. Owen and Tosh were struggling with the containment field. Jack didn't see Gwen but then he only had a couple of seconds to look before the Kalarian attacked him. Jack's body twitched and burned as the shock coursed through him. After taking the woman out it seemed that the alien was running a bit low on charge. Jack staggered but didn't fall. Electricity could take him down, Lisa had proved that, but this shock wasn't strong enough to do that. It hurt, but pain and Jack were old friends, it wouldn't stop him. It couldn't stop him.

Jack walked slowly and steadily towards the Kalarian, he saw a flicker go through the being's eyes. It might have been a sign of charge building; then again, it might have been panic. Jack smiled. The flicker ran through the being's eyes once more.

"Duck," Owen yelled. Jack hit the ground as the containment beam fired through where his chest had been. He rolled sideways and then stood up and stared at the captured being. Jack dusted off his coat and then turned to look at Tosh and Owen.

"Where were you?" Owen gave a shrug.

"Got a bit lost. How are we gonna get that back to the Hub?" Owen walked a bit closer and stared at the alien. "This one's worse that the last three. It looks like it's escaped from Zombie Killers III." Jack shrugged, Owen's taste in films, while concerning, was nothing he could do anything about right now.

"Can you do anything for her?" Jack pointed at the unconscious woman who had seemingly escaped the doctor's notice. "She took a full power shock." Owen nodded quickly and started checking her over muttering under his breath all the while. His demeanour swapped from cocky know-it-all to concerned medic in an eyeblink.

"That's the only one," Gwen reported, she had just returned from a sweep of the area. Her report was a relief. Kalarians were awkward individually, in pairs they were rather more so.

"She's out cold, GCS of 7, she'll be all right." He glanced appraisingly at the woman. Her cropped blonde hair was coated in dust and a series of scars marked her hands, arms and face but she was in Owen's not inconsiderable opinion rather tasty and probably a right tiger as well. "Do you want her checked in to the hospital?" Jack shook his head.

"She's the only one who saw anything. After that chaos last week I want to make sure this is kept quiet. We can't have her gabbling about zombies in Cardiff; at least, not now the Goth scene's died down." He pulled out his mobile and pressed the sped dial. "Ianto, it was a full grown Kalarian… Yes, just the one. Two casualties and one unconscious but needing retcon. I need the containment trailer." He rattled off the address and then closed the phone down.

It suddenly occurred to Jack that he had seen another civilian here. He looked around but the young man had fled.

Ianto arrived promptly with one of the SUVs with the containment trailer bouncing along behind. He drove into the warehouse, the vehicle's headlights cutting through the shadows, and parked a couple of metres from where Owen was tending to the unconscious woman. Ianto wasn't one of the team's speed demons unless it was necessary and he was always good at judging that. With some difficulty they got the Kalarian and the containment unit into the trailer. Ianto and Owen also packed up the body of the motorcyclist, who'd been killed in initial attack and the body of the man who'd been laying near the unconscious woman. Gwen, joined them as they took Jane Doe back to the Hub with them. Tosh and Jack walked back to where they had left their car.

"So," Jack said as he wove his way back into the centre of Cardiff at slightly more than the legal limit. "Who's our unknown heroine?" Tosh, sitting next to him, tapped the keyboard of her laptop as they sped through the streets.

"I took a fingerprint scan," Toshiko said, feeding the information to the relevant databases. "Quite the youthful offender," she added as the information started to scroll up the screen. "Crystal Rodgers, age 29, apparently born in Manchester. She has active warrants for carrying an offensive weapon and GBH. Previous arrests across five counties for ABH, GBH and wounding; never been convicted. Most of the cases against her collapsed after witnesses vanished." That had been pretty much what Jack had been expecting, the people who had been at the warehouse were not the type you would invite to tea with the vicar.

They arrived back at the Hub. As the door rolled open they were greeted by the sound of gunfire and screaming. This was not a good sign. Jack and Tosh drew their guns unsure of what had happened.