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"Right, I think we are all here" Ianto said as he settled in a chair, the ring of chairs weird as Lance tried not to stare at the small child who had clambered up into his like he was about to lead the conversation.

And of course… he did.

"My name is Zane. I am one of many. And we all… are one." Zane said calmly "We are the result of an experiment done by the Red Caps called UNIT. They have since killed many of us, destroyed the evidence and are now hunting down my flock as we are the last free-ranging of the cuckoos."

"Cuckoos?"

"Torchwood Children."

Lance was now in the edge of his seat, staring at the child "Bit your age. You are…."

"The pregnancies were accelerated, do you not think it plausible that our growth and ages are as well. It is hoped that by the time we reach puberty it will slow, with the completion of growth into adulthood that we will revert to real time growth."

"How many of you are there?"

"I can not tell you. We are not all… not all here and some of us are in great danger. Some of us are still being held by UNIT and some of us have bene exterminated for their experiments, autopsied and documented like rats." Zane was calm, speaking rationally as his Taddy's logic thrummed in his brain "I can tell you that we are stronger than they think we are and sooner or later we will tire of this. We do not want to hurt anyone but if they keep killing us… we WILL answer their knock at our door."

"So, what now?" Lance asked shakily.

"Mama Toshiko is about to hand you a USB stick. This holds many answers and more questions than you can ever speak let alone gain solace from. We know they will find it, will take it and try to muzzle you. Have also placed those files in your work computer and home computer, hidden in the file of your children's photos. When you read them, when you see them… we know you will do the right thing and expose this viciousness." Zane was eerily calm as he leaned back, the small child suddenly quite…. Imposing.

"So…. You are one of the children… I don't' understand."

"The village was given a drug. When they were all unconscious UNIT men… red caps… used a special gun that came from an Alien Species and they walked tough the village shooting the houses to impregnate the women within. They all fell pregnant. They all had babies. UNIT then stole them… the babies and some of the mothers too… killed everyone else. Those who escaped are being hunted down. We are a flock they can not find. We are a powerful one." Zan looked to his fathers. Not sure what else to say.

"Take this file, read the contents. This is only an overview of everything on that stick. When you leave here, write in your head all you want to put down because the moment you plug the USB in, it will tell them that you have the information. Toshiko can't protect you. When you get back to your office… write what you wrote in your head. Preset your email to go worldwide to any and all of your contacts, then plug in the USB and attach the files… send. Then open and read them because you will have little to no time to get it all right in your head before they come crashing into your office to arrest you and seize the USB, they will crash your servers, they will intimidate you with guns, trying to get you to admit where this information came from. They will try to chase the emails through the cyber-net and shut them down. Do you understand? My son just gave you a hand grenade?"

"So, I will not divulge my sources" he replied calmly,

"When they have your family in a room, guns to their heads… you will" Ianto said softly, leaning forward "and then… only then will you tell them that Her Majesty's Green Berrett Specialist Lieutenant Ianto Jones gave you that USB and the moment you plugged it in the palace received all the information in an automatic email that is now locked off and unobtainable. They cannot call it back."

"Fuck."

"Yes. They will be once Mum reads it" Ianto sniggered softly, leaning back and crossing his boots. "So, you have a choice. Walk away. Forget you ever saw us. We will never give you away, you can choose a quiet exit. Or… enter the game."

"OK. This is gonna be messy, dangerous and possibly end with some bloodshed" Lance nodded, then grinned "Count me in."

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Lance sat at his desk and reread the article he had written but not yet saved. He knew he was on a time limit and as his colleagues watched on with confusion at his weird mood, he took a deep breath and simply pasted the entire article in the Email section, then selected SEND ALL before attaching the USB he had just plugged in as the last action.

He hit send.

Then he opened the files on the large screens of the conference room, and everyone watched the soldiers mowing down the woman and her baby in her arms, the screaming, the death. The women tied down on surgical beds while babies were cut from them without any pain relief, the babies being slaughtered and dissected at various ages. Someone started to cry, running from the room as others crowded around reading the screeds of papers now printing in mass from all the printers in the building, the idea suddenly coming to Lance to ensure that maybe some of them might be hidden in time. UNIT might bet the digitals, but those out in the world… might have a chance.

By the time the flashbangs were heard down in the lobby and the sound of shouting and screaming as well as occasional gunfire started, which made everyone jump with alarm, he was ready.

He rose and closed down the computer and screens, then walked from the room to another one, sitting at that desk and plugged in the USB again, like he had been using that office the entire time. Not like he was going to make this easy for them.

Oh no.

He found himself smiling as the office doors were blown off their hinges and all the cell phones in the place filmed the idiots in the red caps swarm into the office like there might be resistance. Guns firing into the roof, yelling for all electronics including people's phones…. Which all got sent out into the world.

Oh yes.

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