(mall); Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada

Eryn Sylla wondered at how much her life changed. Less than a month ago, her, Kailen and Aman barely escaped a death squad in South Africa. Their unusual rescuer transported them to Wales. They joined a secret organization protecting the planet from aliens. Then they moved again to Canada. It seemed unreal.

Previous Februarys she'd been preoccupied with music festivals. The year before she started telling people she was dating Aman. A ridiculous lie that only worked with people who didn't know them. So much had changed since then. Kailen and Aman were solid. Being in Canada meant their relationship could be in the open. Which meant her brother didn't need to hide himself. And she'd be alone.

Luc Sarkisian was perhaps the strangest part of the change. She barely knew him. They'd had one date, somewhat, and it ended with two men trying to abduct her. She grew up around dangerous men. Usually, they scared her. Luc was broken, angry at the world and inclined to violence. But there was something about him. She'd never met anyone like him.

Jewelry caught her attention, distracting her from important thoughts. The bright colored beads reminded her of home, and she wondered if she could afford anything in the store. She would have gone inside to check, but a man's reflection caught her attention. He looked familiar. She'd seen him once, no twice, since she'd been shopping. Something made her nervous.

One thing she'd learned being Chenzira Sylla's daughter was never to ignore an instinctual reaction. She was being followed. With Ronald Beaupre dead, it was assumed they were safe. They were wrong. If he was connected to her father, he would have approached and handed her a mobile. A quick way to prove his connection. Which left Erik Basanjo. Or was an entirely different problem.

Casually, she fished her phone from her pocket. If the man could hear her, she would make a showing of discussing the jewelry. Calling Aman to ask if she could buy something would alert them. While he was her friend, he'd be the last person she'd ask for fashion advice.

Torchwood Three; Cardiff, Wales

The alarm sounded throughout the hub. General Trefor Williams looked up from a laptop in the conference room. It wasn't a raid alarm. "Computer, identify emergency."

"Energy surge." He barely understood the stream of techno-babble.

A second alarm sounded, reminding him of Torchwood London. That one had him on his feet. It was an emergency alert involving Anwen.

"Computer, locate Anwen Williams."

"Anwen Williams is not in the building."

A search for Hart received the same response. From what he'd seen of Hart after the Cattrel incident, he would not have abducted Anwen. He was afraid of her. The general needed to know what the other alarm was, and remotely accessed the hub's system. The power surge was localized to one of the maintenance rooms. Anwen accessed one of the locked storage areas which she shouldn't have been able to do. Security footage showed some type of discussion. It looked like Anwen was demanding he repair a maintenance bot. He could only guess she was trying to trigger his memories. The footage started having issues more than a minute before it went out. According to the readings, the computer system had been shorted out. Surge protectors kept the damage isolated.

"What's happening?" His mother asked, entering the conference room.

"I don't know." The general explained what he knew.

Ianto's voice came over the intercom. "Something happened to Anwen." They could hear baby Trefor screaming in the background.

A blinking icon appeared on the laptop. He tapped the screen. "Torchwood Four reappeared."

Jack Harkness's thoughts cleared as hub alarms roared. He was standing in the environmental control room holding a make-shift lock-pick and a plastic bottle of purple glitter. A moment passed before he realized he didn't have his wrist-strap and was wearing utility clothes and no shoes. Although not the strangest circumstances he'd ever found himself in, it was up there.

"Computer, identify emergency."

"Unable to comply."

The Torchwood London mainframe was closer option for regaining control. As he walked through the maintenance area, he recognized new locks and realized panels had been disabled. One old fashion door leading to a workshop that belonged to a scientist in the 1930s no longer had a door knob. The locks for the mainframe were extensive. He stared at it a moment before he realized what the situation must have been. They had modified the locks to keep him out of secured areas.

Using the lock-pick, he gained access to one of the maintenance rooms and a toolbox. It took him five minutes to get through the door. He wondered at first if John jury-rigged the door, but he would have done it differently.

"Identify alarms." Jack hadn't thought about it until that moment, but Anwen could have removed his London command authority.

The explanation added to the confusion. "Deactivate alarms." The noise ceased.

"Open com." The computer chimed. "What is going on?"

"Jack." Gwen sounded hesitant. The computer then initiated a medical scan. "Please come up to the conference room."

Torchwood Nova Scotia; Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada

Luc Sarkisian sat next to Kailen at a workstation. While Aman went to meet Eryn at the mall, and bring her back safely, they were working on identifying the stalker. His immediate reaction was for him to go. He knew the area and law enforcement, if there was additional problems. But Aman was right, he was the better choice. Luc wanted to break the man.

The situation did make him wonder. After Beaupre, their attitude toward him and his interest in Eryn changed. The overprotective, male chauvinist routines had been replaced with something he hadn't figured out yet. He didn't know what to think. Eryn even asked about it. They wouldn't explain it to her either.

"We have facial rec." Kailen sounded concerned.

It felt weird sitting back and having someone else do the work. Kailen was better at hacking and remote accessing law enforcement databases.

"Valente Canas. Interpol has him listed as an information broker based in Beunos Aires. Known associates include Bashiri Oliveira, Erik Basanjo and Ronald Beaupre." Kailen motioned at the screen. "Aman was born in Brazil. His father was a hitman or something. He moved to South Africa when Aman was young and changed their first names."

"Compile a list of known associates. Oliveira, Basanjo and Beaupre." What came to mind was out there, but not impossible. There were stories of the CIA working with criminals and committing crimes. Beaupre's Torchwood black ops sounded like conspiracy theories about the CIA. Spies were not something he had to deal with previously. "Check what South American law enforcement agencies have on Oliveira before South Africa."

"What are you thinking?"

"A South American hitman moved to South Africa and took over a major organized crime organization. He had to have contacts and a damn good reason."

"We need to figure out what Beaupre wanted in Nova Scotia."