Thank you to the reviewers of my last instalment: PadawannaB, wanda1969 and norsegodchick13.

In case you hadn't guessed from the 'part 2' this is a continuation of my last short story, which I'm assuming you've read (an assumption based on laziness and unwillingness to write a summary, not out of a basic premise that everyone must have read my stories, just so that's clear).

My Work Experience Diary – Ellen Carson, Part two

4th November 10.20am

I arrived early but he still got there before me. Again suspicious – why would he bother being there that early when he's never there for most of the rest of the day, when there's actually a chance of there being some tourists around? Either he hates tourists (but he's impeccably polite to them) or something secret (and probably illegal) is going on.

The problem is that I think he's caught on to what I'm up to, and that's why he's sticking around. So I'm sat here waiting for him to go and checking through all the brochures as a cover. I'm intrigued by that (fake?) wall and I found a bit of wire to try and get into that locked drawer. It's supposed to work as a lockpick, but I don't really think it'll work, since I don't know how to use it.

He's just gone out with another 'urgent call' – i.e. one he doesn't want me to hear. So either from his boyfriend or from someone he's working with - unless they were actually talking about deliveries or something last night, and this is more of the same thing. Jay says there's a massive drug syndicate running in Cardiff somewhere, but I'm not sure if he's making that up or not. Or it could just be stolen goods.

Ok. He came in, grabbed some stuff, said he wouldn't be long, and rushed off. I'll wait five minutes then I'll restart my investigations (but a bit more carefully this time, and keep out of the way of the camera!).

4th November 4pm

Ok, today has been ridiculously busy. I'd only just started trying to fiddle with the drawer when the same woman from Swansea who came in yesterday rushed back in again, a bit out of breath. I assumed she was in a hurry, but then she stayed for more than an hour asking me endless questions about restaurants, and then we started chatting about what I was doing at school, what I wanted to be when I grew up, and things like that.

Then a man came in, and I assumed he was the boyfriend she was telling me about, because he gave her a nod when he came in, but she left just after that. I wish she hadn't, because the man was really rude (and he had mud all over his shirt as well!). Not about me, but about Cardiff. He said he wanted to know where the station was and what time the next train back to London was, because he was sick of the cold, and the rain, and the Welsh and Cardiff in general. Only he said it a bit more expressively than that. And I got fed up, and so I spent half an hour arguing with a customer about why Cardiff even has a tourist industry anyway.

Then Mr Jones came back, and I thought he'd be angry, but instead he carried on the argument until the man left. Good riddance! Apparently he doesn't get stuff like that much.

Anyway, two more observations:

1) He'd changed his clothes again

2) There was a bandage just visible under one of the sleeves, that wasn't there before. Not sure what to think of that.

Then I went out for a late lunch and things were normal and boring for a while once I got back. Mr Jones took a phone call, which I couldn't hear much of, but seemed to be about him finding a file for someone, and he left soon after that. Something is definitely going on here. And another incredibly odd thing is the way the tourists only turn up once he's gone. I really doubt they're scared of him, and I'm almost starting to wonder if some of them are just being sent deliberately to keep me out of the way. The one that turned up right after he'd left certainly seemed to know everything about the history of Cardiff already, so I've no idea why he came otherwise. And I didn't get that good a look at the man Mr Jones was with the other day but I'm almost positive he had a long coat on, which is exactly what this man had! And they're not exactly common, are they? He was a tall American, very talkative, telling me all these ridiculous stories about Cardiff and the people here he'd met. He just wouldn't go away. I asked him about the Plas, to see if he gave anything away, but he didn't.

Then Mr Jones came back and was rather amused and told the American that I was under 16, and that he should stop flirting with me. That seemed a bit unfair to me, but I preferred him to the English man who just came in and never stopped swearing.

I went home soon after that. I wanted to go back and see if anything happened at the office in the evening, but I couldn't get away.

5th November 11 am

Mr Jones is sticking close to me today. Or he's just doing his job properly for once. Or his cover job. I'm pretty much convinced now, but I may just be jumping to conclusions.

5th November 4pm

He stuck close all day, apart from two very brief coffee breaks. During one of those the only interesting thing that happened all day occurred (we didn't get any tourists after yesterday's surge). A police officer came in, and I immediately thought 'yes! This is some kind of cover operation, and now the police have come to investigate it!' I was ready to tell him everything I suspected, but instead he just asked "Where's Gwen?" He looked pretty stressed out, and while I was wondering what he was on about he said something like "She's not answering her bl**dy phone Where is she?" So I said I didn't know who he was talking about and that I was only here on work experience, and he swore under his breath and hurried out.

I told Mr Jones about it, and he said maybe he'd got the wrong place. Mr Jones also looked fairly stressed out, and he spent all day on the computer or messing about with unnecessary jobs. When I came back from lunch I caught him on the phone talking to some guy called Jack (probably the American?) asking if they needed him to help, and saying that Jack and some other person with a weird name I can't remember shouldn't have to sort it out on their own. But then he cut the call as soon as he saw that I was there, and he sent me home as soon as he could, saying that we might as well shut up shop since there was no one around.

Only I didn't go home. I told Mum I was staying in town to meet friends. Anyway, I've had a massive windfall. Mr Jones was in such a rush on the way out that he dropped his keys! So obviously I picked them up so I can give them back to him tomorrow, because I'm a good citizen and if he left those lying around anyone could just break into the tourist office. I'm going to wait a bit before I try it though, in case they come back later.

5th November 7.15pm

Just as well I did. And guess what? I saw Mr Jones and the American man again. Definitely the two of them. And there were three others with them, all strolling across the Plas, two women and a man. And to me they looked very much like the two women and the rude man I had coming in and asking me questions, pretending to be tourists! I am definitely going in to see what I can find later – no one is stopping me!

5th November ?pm

I'm stuck.

I got into the office with the key and opened that drawer. It had a gun in it. I don't know why but I took it with me. And then I saw that button again. Don't think I mentioned it yet. Mr Jones (if that's even his real name) said that it was an alarm button, but I'm not going to trust that man any more. What the button actually does is open a secret door which leads to a lift and um…

Well, the problem is that I can't work out how to open the door again from this side. And although it's amazing down here, it's also really creepy. It's massive – must spread out under the whole Plas, and it really, really can't just be for drugs. There's loads of scientific equipment around, so it might be a laboratory, but there's also weapons and loads of crazy stuff where I have no idea what it is. I can only find the lights for this section, and I don't want to go anywhere else. I really really can't work out how to get out. I think the door needs a pass or something. I'm not even sure how I got in to start with. So I'm just sat here on this settee wr

"Bloody good thing she can't aim." Owen complains. "Thought I was going to get my brains blown out there."

Gwen settles on the sofa beside the prone form of the small mousy girl Jack has just knocked out, pushes the hair out of her eyes, and starts methodically investigating pockets. "She's got your keys."

Ianto caught them neatly. "Excellent infiltration."

"You should never have dropped them."

"Would you have preferred it if I hadn't rushed off to help get you and Owen out of that little situation with the H'Everni?"

"She was onto us anyway." Tosh is perusing the diary. "Oh - she thought we were running a drugs cartel."

"Owen looks it." Gwen teases as she steals a mint from the half-opened packet in their visitor's pocket, and clarifies. "On drugs."

"Do not."

"Only three pints too."

"You were the one-"

"Stop bickering, or next time you two get abducted as animal test subjects I swear I will leave you there." Jack has found this a more than trying day and the effects of the pub relaxation session have now been cancelled out by the break-in. "Ianto, remind me again why we're in this situation."

"Because Cardiff council contacted the tourist office about the work experience places they'd arranged two weeks later than they should have done, so I didn't have time to think up a decent excuse. You were the one who told me to run with it."

"Yeah, well I didn't think she'd be this persistent."

"Nosy Welsh women." Owen comments happily "Always prying where they shouldn't." A mint pings off the side of his head.

"It would have been fine if the H'Everni hadn't turned up. And if the weevils hadn't chosen this week to have their biannual expedition to Swansea."

"Well, no more in future, yeah? Not unless we give them an intelligence test first."

"And ask them how often they read detective novels." Gwen adds, now halfway through searching the bag. "She's got missed calls from 'home'."

"Sort her out with retcon and take her home. Say the police found her and don't know what's happened. It's generally the case."

"Why me?"

"Because you can still do the police-woman thing, and because you got yourself inconveniently abducted today."

"I didn't choose that. And Owen did too."

"Gwen, I've been shot three times today, I've had to rescue you and Owen, and my base's supposedly alien-proof security system has been infiltrated by a school girl. I am not in a particularly good mood."

"Yep, I'd worked that out, thanks."

"I'll come with you" Tosh says helpfully, more to get away than anything else. Owen's already slunk off somewhere, probably to continue from where their tour of Cardiff's bars had left off.

Jack stops pacing as the Hub slowly empties, leaving only him and Ianto, now busy reading the journal that's been removed for safe-keeping in the vaults. "She knew we were both-!"

"What?" Jack asks, somewhat unnecessarily.

Ianto flings the book down. "Is it really that obvious?"

Jack shrugs. "Maybe. Are you-?"

"No. I'm going home. I've had a long day too, remember."

"Fine." Jack is fed up with today. Everything that could possibly have gone wrong seems to have managed to do so. He can only hope the rest of the week will be better, with fewer break-ins, a shortage of death or near-death situations, and far far less stress.

By the time the spaceship has sunk in the middle of the Bay (apparently it registered as solid on their scanners) in full view of a boat full of day-trippers, the archives have been set on fire by a small orange snail, and Ianto has been taken into custody as part of the police investigation into the attack on the 15 year old work experience student last seen waiting outside the tourist office, Jack feels that 'fed up' is an understatement.

If I get enough spurring reviews and helpful ideas/suggestions I may write a further piece detailing the police investiagation. Anyone know what police paperwork looks like?