Jack Harkness

[Locked to Torchwood, Elashte, Martha ...Sunshine]

Right, everyone, give me the intel you have on this CLF bastard, and whatever recommendations you feel like throwing my way.

Mio, Col. O'Neill, your jobs are going to become a lot of fun in the next few days. I want the two of you to coordinate on tracking this bastard down and seeing that his organization is ripped up by the roots.

Phoebe, that militia you started. See that it's meeting, trained, and ready to handle any unpleasantness that might arise. Ianto, see that she has everything she needs.

[Locked to Torchwood] [Locked to Torchwood] [No, seriously, locked to Torchwood]

I'm breaking my cardinal rule of radio silence, here, but the situation warrants it.

There's a Dalek on the journals. Which means there's one in Chicago, which means we the world has a problem.

Long story short, Daleks are a hyperadvanced (even by 51st-century standards), genetically-engineered "master race" with the stated goal of expunging non-Dalek life from the universe. And the capacity to. Back in my universe, they and the Doctor's race waged a war across Time, and managed to pretty effectively annihilate each other but for some scattered survivors here and there, and one pocket of those survivors managed to take over Earth, rewrite its entire society, and harvest is people for genetic material to rebuild their warfleet.

They're impervious to most standard weaponry, and their weapons systems are immediately fatal to most humanoid forms of life. And their entire existence is centered on the war effort. So when I say that one Dalek could take over the world, single-handedly, I want you to know I'm not exaggerating.

[[ What follows is a complete dossier, as best as Jack can construct it from memory, of everything he knows about Daleks. It includes recommendations for engagement, which mostly boil down to "aim for the eyestalk" and "pray." ]]

[Locked to Torchwood]

Right, let's debrief through secure channels.

( Debriefing. )

[Locked to Torchwood]

Have any of you ever encountered a man named the Vesmier? He's new here – last few days' arrival – and a Time Lord. And apparently more psychic than usual.

[Locked to Torchwood]

Hello, everyone.

It's my pleasure to announce that Major General Daniel Jackson is joining our team here. He's going to perform as an adjutant to Torchwoods Three and Four until we assess where he'd work best. Sam, you at the least should probably come find me so I can introduce you.

[Locked to Hotel Basement residents; locked AGAINST John Hart]

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

There's a shapeshifter – someone with the ability to shift his appearance to mimic other people – with at least some knowledge of the Conrad Hotel on the loose. This man is armed and dangerous, and we suspect that he's already committed at least one murder.

I'm out helping the plague research effort for at least two more days, so if anyone sees me at the Conrad in that time (and is sure they're not seeing Desmond Descant), contact one of my team (Gwen Cooper, Toshiko Sato, Ianto Jones, Owen Harper) via secure journal post immediately. If you see Ms. Florence Vassey at any point, contact them as well.

This man does not have the implicit ability to chance the appearance of his clothes and was last seen wearing a red Napoleonic jacket, but you should not rely on this as your only means of identification.

[Locked to Torchwood]

Right. If any of you are contacted, let Sam know ASAP. Again, if you see me, and I look suspicious, I won't hold it against you if you choose to shoot to disable. I'd prefer that was a late resort when it comes to any of the other hotel residents, though.

Sam, you're staying incognito. sorry. If the Hotelgoers don't know you're in on this, there's not much chance John Hart will find out.

[Locked to the Doctor, Des, and Torchwood]

I'm only going to say this once.

Why the hell is my face – or Des's face – on a list of murder suspects, and who the hell murdered Ms. Vassey? And why didn't I hear about this until TWO WEEKS AFTER THE FACT?

[Locked to Torchwood]

Owen, Rose Tyler thinks she's experiencing early symptoms of this infection. Get her checked out ASAP, okay? I'll have Dr. Ashtarte cut you in on the full diagnostic notes, but look for "wagon-wheel incubator cells in the sputum." That's verbatim.

Everyone, if this is confirmed in the basement, notify me immediately. We'll break quarantine. If someone down there has it everyone's been exposed, and we can do more good getting outside resources down than bottling everyone in.

[Locked to Torchwood]

Okay, kids, time to stop twiddling our thumbs up our asses and go do something productive. Let's make Torchwood look alive around here, okay?

1) All hail Toshiko, who's setting up a computer system for us. Check in with her to see when your new-and-improved laptop will be ready. (Tosh, did you say you had a way to tie the journals into them?)

2) Everyone gets to sit down and meet Sam Tyler. He's going to be heading up our sister project at Torchwood Four. We'll have breakfast or something.

3) There are weevil-like anomalies in the city. Naturally, we should see if there's any chance that we can contain this before it becomes a full-blown epidemic.

4) We need a catalogue of Rift locations and what's sitting on them, and we need to acutely survey extents and activity. Which means a walking tour of Chicago. Everyone break out your trainers.

5) We need to establish a satellite base of operations on a section of Rift outside of the Conrad, to afford us room to work on the problems of slowing Rift growth and ultimately reversing its effects without involving civilians. This will take some fancy footwork and probably a lot of playing with the Chicago zoning code unless there's a mass exodus from Chicago scheduled that no one told me about. (You would tell me about that, right, Ianto?) So even though I'm listing this last, we should start thinking about it soon.

Unless people get back to me with conflicts posthaste, the first meeting will be tomorrow at 8:30 in the boardroom in the Hotel proper. Continental breakfast will be served.

[Locked to Torchwood, Sam Tyler, Martha Jones and Nicholas Angel]

Sam, I really hope you accepted the post with Torchwood 4, because I'm about to give you your first assignment.

Sam, Gwen, I want the two of you to sit down, see if you can get that police angel Nick in, and talk about what we're going to do if we start getting a lot of frightened people in the basement. Put that police training to work and see what resources we have to keep everyone calm and safe.

And here's hoping that it'll never be necessary, but Ianto? Get Sam and Gwen maps of the city and floorplans of whatever buildings we think Calisto might have. God help us, if we need to mount any rescue missions —

Tosh, anything you need for those panic buttons, tell me and I'll get if for you if I need to raid an armory.

And Owen, I really hope we don't need you in the coming days. Keep your fingers crossed.