Nice (and creepy) touch, with Gwen's hearing all muffled and those "locate the body" whistles going off.
"No survivors!" Oh, crap. These aren't real fire fighter-helper people. They're the clean up crew!
Fight, Gwen!! And snipers too? Damn, they really intend to be totally completely really really thorough.
Run, Ianto, run!!!!! Holy crap!
Politician man is
really not convincing the wife there.
Something to build for our new alien overlords, eh? Why the kids? "Because they can. And they want to scare us." Nicely succinct.
We're on the same side. (Yeah, not so much, I'm thinking. Same government, yes. Same side, no.)
Run, Gwen! Run, Rhys! "I've never gone into hiding before, have I?"
Heee! Police guy all "don't you want to do a risk assesment" and so on. Should have listened to him.
Heee! Carry the bag so she can keep her trigger finger free.
Scary, with them busting into Ianto's sister's place.
"We want a pony. We want a pony."
Oh goodie! Crazed old guy who saw them as a kid is still on the run too!
Go, go, temp assistant woman! You find that corruption!
They still think Jack's non-dying is due to the Hub. Oh, they are so very very wrong. And that will be their downfall.
I wouldn't be so quick to thank him for trusting you. Instead, I'd pay a bit more attention to his explanation of "what the front line is for".
Just the arm. Riiiiiight. Still doesn't mean he won't "pull himself together", so to speak.
Or if that is really him, even.
Interesting. They knew about Ianto's family, but not Jack's, it seems.
Careful, temp assistant woman!!! Don't let them know you're on to them!
Trace that mysterious black van, Ianto. Go get your man! Or, your man's pieces. To, you know, assemble him as needed.
"That'll be from uncle Ianto." ;D Heeee! I love him being all noisy and yelling for the listeners.
"Where dad broke my leg."
Damn. They're locking up the Jack-bits. And there they go, reassembling. Cuff the bloody bones to a wall. Damn. She's too thorough!
"If he can survive that, what can't he survive?" Why don't you take warning from that, you gits?!
Escape to London, on a mound of spuds!
Heh!! Get the neighborhood to take out the watchers as the sister sneaks off.
Eeeep! Yeah, I think Jack would agree with you many many times over how often he's been in a "would have been better off staying dead" place.
Heh! Yeah, not exactly the "I'm pregnant" speech setting you were hoping for.
And there go the kids again. Well, at least you have a deadline now.
Poor old crazed guy.
Lois, just tell Gwen that you've seen the wacky death orders and stuff coming from this office! Don't just set up a meeting with your boss guy.
Oh, excellent! She came herself instead of telling boss guy!
"I didn't sign the official secrets act to cover up murder. I didn't take the job to commit treason on my second day. What am I doing here?" I like her!
If you're the good guys, who am I working for. Excellent questions, Lois!
Holy crap! They're gonna put him in a block of concrete?!? Geez, and I thought he'd had some truly horrible die over and over stuff already!
Yay, Lois! "I'm a PA. It's what I do." She
so deserves a job with TW.
Old timey 456 government guy is way in the know, and they are ignoring him foolishly.
Heee! They're gonna drive right onto the secret base, with a vehicle just perfect for getting a body out. ;D Gwen is good at avoiding the cameras. Ha! She's giving him all the "zip it" motions. And then he's all "eeep" when she knocks out the guard.
Concrete! Noooo! Tell me that Ianto somehow got him out before it hardened.
Noooooooo!! Captured . . . Oh, yes!!! Ianto!!! Yeah, baby!!! And then truck go boom!!
That. Was. Awesome!!!
Bust open that concrete and set your man freeeeeeeeeeee! Now, go pick up the reanimating bits and run run run!
Ha! Gwen all "spare my blushing eyes" and Jack just strolls out of there with his jacket over the shoulder.
Ambassadorial. Throne room. Slaughterhouse. And he is soooooo enjoying saying all this to them, isn't he?
"For all we know, they've sent the same instructions to every country in the world. We've said nothing, maybe everyone else is keeping quiet too."
"Oh, I don't think so. Whoever they are, they're coming for Britain."
"But why?"
"Exactly. Why is that, Mr. Frobisher?"
Yeah, this old guy is a tricksy one.