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Taking Down The Warren

They were all in positions, as far as he could tell and he gazed at his manipulator that had been enhanced with the tracking devices. Calling up the display, which hovered like a hologram over his wrist with an areal view of the warehouse and the surrounding areas, Jack counted dots. White dots for the werewolves, forty-three of them now. The ones from around the city had returned this afternoon to sleep away the daylight hours. Light green for the human operatives. Deep yellow-gold for the Jacks because of what they were infused with. Peter, Kate and Liz were a soft blue, mutated humans. Red and Alisa didn't show up at all because of what they happened to be.

"Role call everyone. Team Alpha at the rear entrance. Jack, Gadget, Gwen, all here. Team Beta?" They were at the front entrance, the first to go in. He listened for New York Jack, his wife, and Kate to call out. Good. "Team Gamma?" They were also at the front. The other Jack from New York, Rose Tyler, Red and Liz Sherman. Again, he waited for the all clear. They were damage control, defense. "Team Delta?" His other Jack, Peter Petrelli and Renee, up on the roof. Their job was strictly support, to clean out the top of the warehouse, to back up the Rift team or extract damaged agents.

When the all clear was sounded, he turned back to those in the SUV, running intelligence from the Hubs. Both Iantos, Jackie and Owen for triage. Just in case.

"All right folks. Beta and Gamma, it's your show."

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Jack felt the teeth rip into him as the suction started. It would not have been as bad of a wound if the wolf chewing at his throat hadn't been pulled back into the glaring rift, already fizzling out even as it continued to draw anything into it that happened to share the same particle makeup as it did.

An entire chunk of his shoulder and back went with the yelping creature as the rift snapped closed.

Bleeding out -- and going into convulsions -- Jack knew that not all of the wolves had been stopped. He could still hear growling. At least there were only a few left here...and some pockets elsewhere.

He died knowing they'd made it. Mostly.

Jack reached down and put his arms underneath his doppelganger's armpits, and dragged in the rest of the way out, into the street, breathing heavily. He was still recovering from his wounds, but his entire body ached. He had the strength to protect his twin though, and get his body out of the warehouse. He fired at a wolf, trying to keep them off him long enough for all of them to escape.

He really didn't want to die again before the night was over...

Peter closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before he sent a great deal of electrical energy towards the rift. The intense blue light was like an explosion, the entire warehouse brightening before the rift fizzled out with a hiss and the popping smell of ozone.

He staggered back a few paces and turned, trying to figure out where everyone was before dashing to help Gadget with Time Jack.

Jack held on tight, he had himself covering Alisa who was bleeding out again thanks to almost becoming another turkey wishbone.

He felt her convulse during the time the Rift closed, he just remained there. He didn't care about the other wolves, he's in equally bad shape, clothing torn, blood and dirt all over him.

He looks at his own injuries, as they heal up and he resists the urge to just let himself collapse into a heap on the warehouse floor. There were wolves in there still, and people had to get out.

He doesn't know how many, but it doesn't pay for them to stay. "Get him." Jack comments, as he glances over at the other Jack. He slowly gets to his feet, he goes to get Alisa up in a fireman's hold. "Get him, and we'll figure out what to do with the stragglers outside."

Gadget had found the Jack who had managed to shoot her and was managing to drag him towards the door when Peter found them. There were a few more cuts on her.

Once it closed, he was still tethered to the pillar with his own braces until Gadget grabbed him and started to drag him towards the door. He was dirty, bloody and he was still unconscious. It was taking him longer, all these deaths on top of each other. He'd come out of it, but for now, he was still very, very out of it.

Kate hadn't been able to make it to the door so she had done like everybody else and had held on for dear life. She's out of breath but that's the extent of her problems. Some help she'd been. She didn't even know where New York Jack and Alisa were.

Kate, rifle still in hand and ready to shoot something, she made her way towards the door. On her way there, she runs into Gadget and the other Jack. "Are you guys okay?" Stupid question, Kate.

"Stop, let me get him," Peter said. He was no taller than Gadget and only slightly broader, but he did have superhuman strength. Swiss Army Petrelli found himself fairly useful in these situations. Bending down, he lifted Time Jack easily in his arms. "Can you walk?" He could probably get her too if needed.

His smile was kind.

"I.. I think so." She was glad that Peter and Kate both had found them.

"Just glad it worked first time around..." She made it a few steps before all the stress from building the device and actually using it hit her at once.

Jack's got one woman on his shoulder, she'll come around eventually nice to have a half naked woman slung over his shoulder, wounds from being eaten and the next batch still healing.

He's got a heavy limp of his own, the wolf that gnawed on his leg isn't helping. It's healing, but he's limping. "I can help her..." He's got broad shoulders, and the two girls shouldn't be a problem.

"Kate!" Jack called out, he's got a healbot with the team. He looked towards her, then over to Gadget. He takes in a deep breath, as he makes his way towards the door. They don't need anyone else to fall victim to the wolves.

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Peter shook his head at yet another Jack. "Let's just get out of here."

He carried the Jack in his arms out behind Gadget, keeping his eyes open for more wolves. It seemed that whatever was left stayed smart and licked their wounds in the corners as the humans and nearly-humans dragged themselves outside.

"Jack--" and this time he was talking to his partner. "I'll go and notify the van."

He left the two dead Jacks side by side and raced towards the SUV and the doctors inside.

Owen leapt right out of the van before Peter could say anything, his kit already in his hand as he didn't wait for any warning. He may have been the younger Owen but his impulsiveness stopped him from holding back. He raced to the streets and blinked at all the blood.

"Jesus, like a bloody horror film," he muttered, looking around before frowning. There were so many, thank God there was another him.

"Who's the most urgent?"

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"Gadget," Peter said, falling into step with Owen. "She's been shot from what I've seen. And there's an unconscious woman with one of the Jacks. I can help. I'm a registered nurse. Just tell me what you need, doctor."

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Ianto hopped out of the van after Owen, and tried to keep his stomach settled when he saw the damage. Dead...plenty of dead. He could see several dead Jacks, and one who looked practically dead. He ran over to Peter.

"Give me Jack...or both of them?" his voice was shaking as he looked between all of them. One of them was his Jack...he recognized the one from New York because Alisa was next to him. The damaged one was carrying one of the Jacks, and he looked half-dead himself. "I'll take care of the resurrection. I'm used to it."

"I can heal." Kate admits, and looks to Gadget. She's seen Jack come back to life, she's not worried about him. Gadget on the the other hand doesn't have that same knack.

"I hope you don't mind this," Kate says to an unconscious Gadget and takes a hold of her hand. It's not quite healing, it's more that through touch, she let's people borrow her own accelerated healing factor. Normally, she asks permission but this isn't a normal situation.

Jack stood up after he spotted Gadget and Kate, walking over, rather slowly. "Okay, hi, sorry about that, just a little hitch in the plan ... "

"A hiccup?" Kate let's go of Gadget's hand. She's done what she can and she thinks that she'll be okay. "I'm not normally a drinking person but damn if I'm not one tonight." She pauses, "Are you okay?"

Owen came running with the younger one once they got word of the injured. He has things set up there, he takes a look around the building.

"Bloody..." He frowns at the carnage, his kit in hand. He looks at the gathered Jacks, all looking like hell.

The other Ianto kept to the SUV and Hummer. He's got the triage in both ready to get the badly injured inside, and ready to transport to the HUB.

Jack handed off his London incarnation to the Ianto, allowing the Welshman to cradle him in his arms as he sunk to the ground, fingers stroking his hair.

As soon as he handed him off, he collapsed, the many bite wounds he'd taken from carrying Jack out finally catching up with him. He might not die, but he felt the inflammation and tried not to scream. He'd live. He wouldn't be happy about it, but he would.

Jack snapped his eyes open and had to look around, acclimating himself to where he was. He was outside, his braces still around one wrist. He looked around, still laying on the ground, taking in the carnage all around him. He saw an Owen, he saw a Ianto, but he wasn't sure which Ianto it was. He just laid there for a few second before using one hand to sit up. "Fucking hell," he groaned. "Just another day at the office," he muttered.

Jack's got a dead Alisa over his shoulder, he also had Gadget with him.

Alisa will come back on her own, but Gadget needs the help from either Owen or one of the others.

Jack takes in a deep breath, he glances at Ianto. He exhales, the sound of angry wolves still left in the warehouse. Liz and Red can take care of that, or help with it.

A nurse? Well that was handy, he supposed. Owen rushed over to Gadget and tossed down his kit, turning his head to Peter. "Well come on then Peter, show me what you got, check through, see who needs help and then let me know."

He crouched down beside Gadget and looked her up and down for the injuries. "Right then love, lets have a look at you."

Peter had trained triage, though he worked as a hospice nurse. He'd seen it all. In other realities, he'd even become an EMT. His skills were impeccable, though he thought he could do without a black marker to check off the people that were to be left to die.

He had no idea just who could heal themselves, but it seemed as if most of the people around them were slowly reviving.

No one was without injuries however. Several agents needed stitches...and that he knew he could handle.

She moaned slightly as she was touched, but didn't wake up. The wounded arm healing from Kate's touch. If any of the medics check, she'd just asleep.

Jack wandered over after leaving Kate and moved to sit down beside her, sliding his fingers over her cheek. She was just asleep. "Okay, that's good," he muttered and looked up at Owen. "Well, that didn't go according to plan."

Taking Down The Warren

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