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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'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."

"Isn't this how Torchwood missions always go?" Ianto asked flatly, stroking back Jack's hair as he wanted for him to wake up. Blood was staining the front of his silk shirt, but he hardly cared at this point. "Jack dies, we all stand around and be thankful.." the last part was muttered.

He glanced at Alisa. "She gonna be alright?"

Kate follows Jack and plops down onto the ground. "If anybody wants to hold hands and sing kumbaya, I'll be right here. If anyone wants me to heal them, I'll be right here."

She looks over at the New York Jack and his wife. Kate's waiting for an answer to that question too.

"Here, give me your hand, we'll sing," he joked and looked around, sitting on his ass beside Gadget. He slid his other hand over his face before reaching to untie his braces from around his wrist. He had marks. His head was swimming.

"Torchwoods job is to fuck up for the most part. Though you pulled it off, call it a victory," Owen suggested, checking over Gadget before rolling his eyes. "Another immortal or just blooody lucky? You people never stop confusing me." That and being around so many Jacks was hurting his brain.

He paused before shaking his head. "Anyone who sings, gets shot."

"I'm a mutant. I have a healing factor and can let people 'borrow' it," she tells Owen.

And now she really does want to sing.

"She's human," he remarked, motioning to Gadget. "Don't think about Kate's ability too hard or your brain cell will explode," he leaned back on his hands and sighed before sitting up to take Gadget's hand.

"Oh, I think it's time for a song then."

"Never challenge an armed bastard," Owen warned them both, getting to his feet so he wouldn't have to hear any potential singing. "Sad bunch wankers," he remarked with a playful grin.

"Hey, I'm armed too," he pulled out his Webley. "Among other weapons in my trousers."

"Wouldn't use it though," Owen pointed out before raising an eyebrow. "Don't want to know what's in your trousers Jack."

"Are you cocked, locked and ready to rock Jack?"

"Yes I am, I'm always cocked," he winked at her and kept leaning back on his hands. "Oh, are you sure Owen?" he teased.

"Rawr."

Owen looked at the both of them before rolling his eyes. "I've had enough insanity and Jacks for one day, I'm out!"

And that made him laugh. "Rawr right back atcha," he teased. he then looked after Owen. "Aw, c'mon Owen, have a sense of humour!"

Taking Down The Warren

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