Torchwood: Exodus Code

bottom clause of the document where it explained she would forfeit all rights as a British citizen, and she would be considered an enemy of the state. Ormond scanned the paragraph, and then signed the document, but she couldn’t quite shake the notion that Alan Pride might actually have meant what he had said.
    ‘Thank you.’ Accepting the document, he co-signed beneath it and slid it into a folder sitting in front of him.
    He tapped his iPad, the office lights dimmed and a photograph of a man came up on the white wall in front of them.
    ‘This is Captain Jack Harkness. The Captain and I have worked together in the past a number of times. He has a theory about what is happening to these clusters of women. If he’s correct in his assessment, then we may have a cataclysmic problem on our hands. I know this man’s history, and because of that I’m inclined to grant him his request.’
    ‘And what is he requesting?’ asked Dr Steele.
    ‘He’s asking for our silence and a boat load of sedatives.’

The Ice Maiden

46
    Off the coast of Wales, a week or so before Isela’s shot
    EVA STOOD ON the port side of the
Ice Maiden
, binoculars in her hands. Next to her, Hollis was leaning against the rails of the ship, his face tilted towards the heat of the late-afternoon sun, smoking a cigarette. Eva lifted her binoculars, scanning the distant Welsh coast, the ship anchored miles out to avoid detection from the British coast guard and the naval ships now surrounding the geyser.
    ‘It’s beautiful here,’ said Eva, ‘reminds me of home. This coastline is a bit like the Pacific Northwest.’
    ‘About the only thing in Wales that reminds me of home is the smell of fresh fish.’ Hollis flicked his burning cigarette over the side of the ship.
    ‘Hollis!’
    He shrugged. ‘My bad.’
    Turning from the sun, Hollis looked across the channel to the docks of Bridgend. ‘They better bring somethin’ tasty back with them. I’m getting tired of finding exciting things to make with frozen tuna and packets of scalloped potatoes.’
    ‘And I’m getting tired of eating them. Any idea who this person is?’ asked Eva.
    ‘He’s a friend of Cash’s from way back. I think they were on a mission together in the 80s. All very secret and scandalous, if I know Cash.’
    Eva caught sight of a fishing boat pulling away from a distant dock and heading towards the
Ice Maiden
. ‘Is he a spy?’
    ‘Wouldn’t surprise me one bit, darlin’,’ said Hollis, pushing away from the side and heading to the steps down to the kitchen. ‘Whoever he is, they’ll expect some dinner before we set off.’
    Eva watched him climb below deck, and then she shifted back to watch a fishing skiff cutting through the waves towards them. Below her, Dana was preparing the landing deck and the ladder. Looking up, she waved at Eva directly above her.
    Eva and Hollis had drawn the short straws and had been left on the ship with Finn. The rest of the crew had gone with Cash to get supplies and to pick up their passengers. Dana had drawn a new assignment that she had refused to share, even with Eva.
    Cash’s reaction to reading the message in Welsh that had come across the teletype had been strange and completely in character. He laughed, swore profusely and said, ‘Nothing like making an entrance.’
    He’d turned to Vlad and told him not to worry about who had infiltrated the computers, it was not an enemy and the power would return in a few minutes. It had, and they’d stormed from the North Atlantic south to a port north-west of Cardiff.
    ‘So who exactly is crawling inside my hardware?’ asked Vlad, when the storm had abated and things below deck had returned to normal.
    ‘Torchwood,’ said Cash.
    ‘Never heard of them,’ said Eva.
    ‘I have,’ said Vlad. ‘Secret agency. Did some important stuff to get us all dying again. Ties to the CIA, right?’
    ‘Maybe.’
    Cash had Finn alter their course and brought them directly to the south coast of Wales. Where they were heading from here was anyone’s guess.
    *
    ‘Permission to come aboard,’ said Jack, saluting Dana, who stood on the platform next to the ladder, the wind buffeting her against the ship’s iron red hull.
    ‘Permission to do whatever the fuck you want to me,’ she grinned, throwing herself into Jack’s arms, her head barely reaching his chest.
    ‘Such a lovely way with words,’ said Jack, swinging her off her feet.
    Rhys was standing on the bow of the fishing boat,