Leveled Block; Liverpool, England

The scene was crowded and chaotic as Jack Harkness parked the van near the police barricades. Emergency service vehicles of all kinds lined the street. Local police maintained the sectioned off area. A military vehicle was parked next to the fire chief's SUV.

Gwen reviewed the van computer screen. "The police department closed the scene. According to firefighters, there is an intact vault in what used to be the basement." A beat. "The area is disrupting cell phones, radios, and other electronics. There is no evidence of radiation."

"A blogger," Ianto said, looking at tablet, "Posted possible connections between the destroyed buildings. He also linked them to Moss-Probert."

"The fire department notified Sheffield and Birmingham. So far, they are not reporting problems."

"Any survivors?" Jack doubted it. Doyle was determined. And probably not alone.

"No."

"Coordinate with police and fire. All three cities. We need copies of everything and statements from emergency responders."

Gwen climbed out of the van.

"How are you?" Jack patted Ianto's leg.

"Good."

Jack didn't believe him, but he understood. "I need to check the vault. It could be radioactive."

Ianto tapped the screen. "Liverpool has a radiation response team available because of the port. The quarantine is awful. Transfer to the London facility would be better."

"I don't want you near the vault."

"I will remote access Torchwood and compare the buildings' power usage and suppliers to Moss-Probert."

Jack reached over and ran his hand through Ianto's hair. "I never want to risk you again."

"I don't mind staying in the van." Ianto leaned over and kissed him.

Ianto handed him a radiation badge a couple minutes later. He climbed out of the van. Having Ianto at a site remembered him of the 456.

After climbing out of the van, firefighters waved at him. One waited for him near a ladder into the gaping hole that had been a building. Debris had been removed which lead to the discovery.

"There is something not right down there." The fireman shook his head. "There is something in that vault. I don't know what. Its wrong."

Jack wondered as he descended the ladder. Firefighters had to be cool-headed. Superstitious was possible.

Thoughts he put aside as he made his way through the remaining debris. The immediate question was how it survived the blast. When he finally saw it, he knew. It was a type of space vault used in places without gravity ro atmospheres. A technology that shouldn't have been on Earth. It wasn't protecting anything from space, which suggested it was containing something.

He opened his wrist-strap. The readings were strange. Whatever disrupted electronics was also blocking the scan. Then he heard a cracking sound. The new scan results had him backing away. The firefighter might have been superstitious, but he wasn't wrong.

Jack tapped his ear piece as he reached the ladder. "Gwen, tell the firefighters to fill the hole around the vault with whatever debris they can. They need to do it now."

Jack was barely free before the first truck filled with previously cleared material emptied it into the hole. The ground rumbled briefly but stopped after three truck loads.

Jack flipped open with his wrist strap. "John Hart."

"What?" John demanded.

"Why is there a clockwork god in a vault in Liverpool?"

John hesitated. "That isn't possible."

"I'm sending the readings."

"No. No one is that insane."

Hughes Flats; Cardiff, Wales

Anwen Williams sat on the floor in her brother's room watching him gleefully knock over a tower he just built. After the destruction, he plopped down next to the pile of blocks intent to rebuild. She couldn't help but smile. Dad was worried about business. Mom and Uncle Jack were in Liverpool for Torchwood. Everyone was stressed. Except Trefor.

The feeling started as if someone was walking up behind her. She turned and of course no one was there. It increased with a buzzing sound followed by an anxious feeling. Then she sensed him. A tired, angry, motivated man. It wasn't Rift energy, and not exactly like Uncle Jack and John.

Anwen opened her wrist-strap. Unlike the water at school, she knew it was real. "Jack Harkness."

"Everything okay?" He wasn't used to her contacting him.

"Someone opened a hole and entered Cardiff. I don't have a better description. Not the Rift. Not a Time Agent. He has a time signature but the hole doesn't."

Near Hughes Flats; Cardiff, Wales

John Hart reviewed the reports from the mainframe searches. Blogs and Internet chatter connected the locations to a cult based in Nigeria and Moss-Probert. If he dismissed the conspiracies, crackpots and rumor-mongers, he had two sets of information. One sounded solid connecting the a Nigerian cult to Moss-Probert. Collecting psychics and establishing a based of operations in the old Torchwood stornghold early fit what he knew of Oliveira. The second set of information connected the cult to a variety of atrocities that contradicted everything he knew about Aman. It made him out to be a monster. John didn't buy it.

He traced the source of questionable information to a Cardiff server. He reset the search to concentrate on information originating from that user. He than programmed it to sort by key words: Aman Oliveira, Nigeria, Fellowship of Inner Peace and Moss-Probert.

What immediated worried him was why. The first thought he had was Jack. He hadn't met Aman yet, and wouldn't know the information was bogus. But that would require someone knowing about their future connection. If someone who knew them was playing them, then his reaction to finding the information could easily be predicted. Even if the person didn't know him, the question remained why. Unless someone wanted to restarted the conflict between Oliveira and Torchwood. That had no obvious point either. Trying to puzzle out the possibilities gave him a headache.

Keara sat forward on the sofa, started. She'd been napping. Nightmares weren't surprising. "The Prophet is here."

That couldn't be good.