With the monitors above the console giving a detailed map of the area, the TARDIS began predicating the Weeping Angels' movements.
It's not as accurate as it liked, but there wasn't much data on the Weeping Angels, due to their unpredictable and lighting fast speed they move when no one's looking.
How the Weeping Angels agilely move when no one looked at them, a couple of theories persisted, one with them opening their own tears to do it, then draining the energy made to replenish what they spent, and to thwart anyone from catching on to their appearances.
Akin to how predators ensure their prey aren't made aware they're on the prowl, the Weeping Angels remained cunning in their hunts.
Somehow a predatory creature of an undetermined origin, but yet also somehow a creature that didn't inherently kill their prey, throwing them back in time and feasting on their energy, but not bloodthirsty killers.
An odd case study, too be sure.
Given their unusual appearance, it's believed they've adapted to exclusively hunt humans, it can even be said that humans gained the inspiration for statues from Weeping Angels, but perhaps it could've easily been the other way around.
Like a predator adapting to the environment.
His angel eyes trained on the monitors above, Paul watched as the TARDIS worked on finding a pattern where the Weeping Angels went.
There's functioning nuclear power plants the Weeping Angels could easily take interest in, but depending on their insatiable hunger, it could've easily depleted the plants, and that wouldn't be a good thing happening right this moment.
Something they're acutely aware, taking only what they need, not gorging themselves.
Unfortunately, there's plenty sources of energy for the Weeping Angels to latch onto here on Earth that if they wanted to, they can go anywhere in the world, grab what they want, disappear as quickly as they come, no one would know it was them, and they wouldn't have to worry about expended too much of their precious energy, so then the only way for Paul and the women to capture and send these Weeping Angels on their way to their total demise's tricking them into coming here to the defunct power plant.
Far as Paul knows, they're intelligent enough to figure out the defunct power plant wasn't functioning thus couldn't produce the amount of power it's producing, but if there's one thing he knows, hubris was always the downfall of many enemies.
With them aware of the Doctor's presence, they'll become wary of any tricks, of course, but underneath their protective grey shells, they're still creatures of undetermined origins.
Baiting them with his presence's a good way of getting them to throw away reason for their hubris.
One trapped Doctor in a functioning power plant with a powerless TARDIS, trying to siphon power from it to power the TARDIS, it's blood in the water for them.
Escaping them was a different story.
One touch from them, Paul doesn't know how far back they'll send him, but it won't be in a time where hygiene was practiced, that much he knows.
"You sure this is a good idea?" Christine inquired if Paul's sure that his plan enticing the Weeping Angels to the defunct power plant with the intention of tracking him down and draining every bit of his and the power plant's energy would be enough to send the Weeping Angels to their doom.
Affirming with a nod, Paul assures his cousin that he's done audacious plans before, his father before him, his grandfather before him.
Trust Paul, this wasn't the most audacious plan he's ever done before, believe him, Taylor can vouch for him, she wouldn't have reason to lie.
"It's ready, Paul," Taylor calls out to him, alerting him that she finished working on the next portion of their plan on sending the Weeping Angels somewhere they'll never escape from.
It'll be difficult, but Paul had to lure the Weeping Angels to a fenced off area, a makeshift faraday cage, really, in the defunct power plant, once they're inside and Paul escapes, Taylor and Christine have to close the gate, once they do, it's a matter of flipping the switch.
The TARDIS creates a mini-black hole, sends the Weeping Angels away, the makeshift faraday cage keeps the three from suffering the same fate.
Preventive measures were taken into consideration with the faraday cage, once the Weeping Angels enter it, they couldn't escape, bore a tear to force themselves out of the trap, and the TARDIS made tentatively sure they couldn't find a way escaping.
Assuming things go according to plan (which his father warned him the possibility of things going awry.)
Paul had calculated the distance between the gate and the Weeping Angels and calculated how he could get out before the Weeping Angels could stop him.
If everything goes accordingly, then he has until he reaches the gate, the exact point where the TARDIS sent the Weeping Angels, to turn around and run away.
But he knows what the odds are against that, his family always taught him to trust his instincts over caution, the TARDIS will make sure nothing happens to him, and there's no way he can't avoid any injury.
The Weeping Angels are just as capable as he is, they might be more dangerous than him, or they might be stronger and faster, either way, Paul knows what he has to do.
The last time he faced an adversary like this, it ended poorly, and Paul's grateful that he had learned how to adapt to the new circumstances surrounding them.
With everything put together and the plan unfolding, Paul and the women stepped out of the safety of the TARDIS, their eyes trained on subtle movements around the defunct power plant, left to rot after its closure some time ago, with much of the fencing that surrounded it gone, stolen by vandals.
The bricked walls covered in graffiti by the counterculture and parts coming undone from the lack of maintenance.
Much of the power plant's structures left behind when it closed was left to the elements perpetually to the point there's ribbons of industrial paint peeling from the smokestacks, one partially collapsed into itself, the other intact.
With the lack of people and much of anything in this area, there's an uncomfortable silence in the air.
Even in the silence, one couldn't hear a Weeping Angel moving amongst the creaky catwalks above.
"They should be on their way," Paul commented that the Weeping Angels would've instantly sensed the presence of an intoxicating source of energy coming from the defunct power plant.
The TARDIS pretended to be depleted of its energy as it "leeched" the energy from the power plant to supple its depleted cells.
With their instructions given, Christine and Taylor hurried to await the Weeping Angels to be lured to the makeshift faraday cage where they'll be lured by Paul, and hopefully he'll escape before the TARDIS snaps the proverbial bear trap on them.
Regarding potential victims that they possibly taken since they been here, untrue what the show presented, once taken by a Weeping Angel, people usually don't make it back to their original time.
There's not much that Paul or any other Doctor can do for them, the Weeping Angels have become craftier in their hunts, they managed to perfect the technique in which they take their victims, thus making rescues near impossible.
The only reason Paul, the other Doctors, and close associates haven't felled to this was purely luck and their aptitude.
Or, perhaps, the universes sense the Weeping Angels, seeing them as intruders, and giving Paul and the others an edge counteracting against them.
Though, given the Weeping Angels' penchant, their victims likely weren't anyone important enough to warrant continued intervention from the host universe.
Not much that Paul or anyone can do, it'd take a lifetime individually tracking down and rescuing everyone taken by the Weeping Angels that they'll still miss dozens saving the few.
It's cruel, but an unfortunate truth.
And Paul knows, it's only a matter of time before he and the other Doctors end up in the same fate.
His angel eyes trained, Paul slowly moved around the defunct power plant, watchful of sudden movements, a fleeting glimpse in the corner of his eyes as he slowly walked, the silence deafening as he heard nothing except his footsteps, his two hearts softly beating.
Knowing them by his two hearts, the Weeping Angels ought to be making headway right about now, they're none too happy with him or his counterparts as it is, if they're prone to their hubris, they'll go after him with little provocation.
Paul never liked making killing a habit, but some enemies of his just couldn't be left alive, too much of a risk, seldom he could safely dispose them elsewhere they can't bring harm to others or themselves.
Slowly coming around the corner, Paul passed the walls once filled with posters for different job positions within the power plant, the cold pipes that once pumped water to and from the generators leaked with rust, that of blood.
Abruptly, Paul stops in his place as he felt the feeling of being watched, instantly he turns his head slowly, but nothing's there, and he knew better to doubt his gut feeling, now.
Reaching out to Taylor and Christine via telepathy, he asked them how they were doing, and they tell him that they're in position.
They haven't caught sight of any of the Weeping Angels, yet, but the TARDIS gave them the warning that they've arrived.
Reminding them of his expectations should anything happen, Paul slowly began moving through the defunct power plant, his angel eyes slowly moving around as he kept pace, playing the part that he wasn't aware of the Weeping Angels.
Hard to do, he knows, but it's part of selling the ruse, and surprisingly it worked, he caught sight of an outline in the corner of his eye, couldn't turn his head, but it was gone when he looked back.
That's one.
...Where're the other two?