Gwen rolled out of bed at 6:30 am and stomped off for a shower. Rhys was rudely awoken in the process and he ceased to be amazed by how unlady like Gwen could be first thing in the morning. He heard the shower go on and promptly buried his head under the pillows.

She strode into the Hub an hour later with a cheery grin on her face and a box of Danish pastries in her hand and Jack practically pounced on her until she slapped his hands away. "They're for breakfast, with coffee, is Ianto in yet?"

Jack grinned. "Silly question, of course he is, I've already had coffee and there's a fresh pot waiting for the rest of you. Ianto wants to meet us in the boardroom anyway."

Gwen went and fetched herself a Ianto special and brought the breakfast in and placed it on the table in front of Tosh and Owen, to make sure they were able to pick something out before Jack got his hands on the box. Ianto politely refused claiming he'd been eating far too much of that sort of thing lately and Gwen found herself looking to check out his waistline which looked as slim as it normally did. She wondered if Jack had said something to him, maybe the cute suit was a bit more snug around the arse than it used to be. Not that she was complaining, Ianto was pretty cute no matter what he was wearing. The chatter settled down and Jack with a mouthful of pastry turned his attention to Ianto and tried to speak. Ianto visibly edging back from pastry spray as Tosh and Gwen both protested at his appalling manners. Ianto had to resist the urge to complain about his behaviour in bed at that point. He nodded appreciatively at the girls and began.

"Right, well. After that device arrived yesterday I decided to look into things going on at the Rattigan Academy. The only significant thing of note was a strange transmission signal that goes from the Academy building into deep space, I've run it through some extensive analysis last night from home and I think it's a teleport signal, not too dissimilar to the ones recorded by Torchwood 1 about 20 years ago. The only problem is there's no record of who created it, only that it was tied in with peoples disappearances across London during the early 1980's. The connection is pretty tentative. Our own satellites have recorded at least a dozen occurrences over the last few weeks but because it hasn't fallen in to the search parameters so it wasn't flagged up by our computers. Tosh has re-gigged it now. There are 83 resident students at the academy, quite literally from all over the globe and all of them are genius'. The youngest is eleven, the oldest is 25, all of them specialising in fields ranging from agriculture to genetic and mechanical engineering. And all them were recruited directly by Rattigan himself."

Jack leaned back in his seat and planted his feet on the polished table. Ianto automatically shoved them off. Jack smirked at him.

"So, what exactly are they doing there?"

"There's the question. The computer system they have in house is totally inaccessible to us. UNIT seems to think it's some harmless green research, brave new world order stuff about making the planet a healthier place to be. I think they've written him off as a crackpot with more money than sense."

Gwen leant forward flicking through the file that was laying on the table in front of Ianto.

"I looked into their supply orders."

"Thought you said you couldn't access the computers." Owen picked out the remaining pastry that Ianto had refused and stuffed it whole into his mouth.

Ianto wrinkled his nose. "Quite, but their shopping orders had to come from somewhere. I was able to tap into local CCTV to see who was delivering things to Rattigan House, through that I was able to track some of the items being delivered....."

Gwen and Tosh both looked at him, impressed. "You should have been a police officer."

Ianto shrugged. "Sorry, the uniform really doesn't do it for me..... Anyway." He shoved a document over to Jack.

"I made some phone calls and once I'd done that. I made some more."

Jack studied the list, his eyebrows climbing into his hairline. "We really need to get in there."

Ianto smiled. "That's what I thought and since we have our own resident genius...." He smiled at Tosh, who blushed prettily.

"Oi, stop flirting. It's bad enough with Jack doing it." Owen had finally finished chewing, he made a grab for the list and took a quick look.

"Shit, weapons grade plutoniun, gold, uncut diamonds.... fuck what are they up to, making a James Bond movie?"

Jack looked thoughtful for a moment and four pairs of eyes were suddenly upon him. "Ok, Ianto, Tosh I need you both to create a bullet proof identities for yourselves, we'll send you in undercover and try to find out what the hell they are up to. Ianto I'm going to need you in there, as back up for Tosh, you're smart enough to muddle your way through this......"

"Jack, he only invites people in." Tosh responded.

Jack smiled. "We'll make him an offer he can't refuse, pull out something interesting from the archive that's harmless but useful, learn it inside out and take it to the door, invite yourselves in, he'll be flattered and tell him that you always work together..... I don't care how you do it, just get in there. If UNIT can't be arsed to check this guy out then I think we need to."

Ianto got up and left the room to get started.

Jack smiled at Tosh. "What about the ATMOS device?"

"It seems harmless, I'm going to test it on one of the vehicles today."

"Good, Gwen, Owen, help Tosh with that."

The three of them got up from their seats and left the boardroom and Jack sat there for moment taking another look at Rattigan's delivery list with deep concern.