Nightingale: Agent of Torchwood

Day One

Owen drove the SUV, Jack was in the front passenger seat, and Toshiko and Nightingale sat in the rear.

"Simple locate and clean up operation." Jack explained to the team, "Find the meteorite before anyone else gets their hands on it,"

"Tosh, you found it yet?" Owen asked.

Nightingale watched curiously as Toshiko worked.

"Basic tracking and surveillance for the crash site." Toshiko explained to the curious Gallifreyan, "With this, we can tap into CCTV networks social databases,"

Nightingale nodded in somewhat understanding.

"Crash site is 100m ahead,"

The SUV pulled into a cleared space in a wooded area.

The army had set up a base of tents and patrolled around the site alongside police.

"Shit. The amateurs got here first," Owen complained.

"Alright, usual formation," Jack walked towards one of the tents, followed by Owen, Toshiko, and Nightingale.

"What's the usual formation?" Nightingale questioned.

"It varies," Owen admitted.

"How can a usual formation vary?"

"Let's see what we came for," Jack told the team as they entered a small wood.

Some fires were burning in the deep crater the fireball had dug for itself.

"What do we know?" Nightingale asked.

"Bog standard space debris." Owen looked at Nightingale. "That's a technical term,"

"Yeah, thanks,"

"So take all the readings, and let's get out of here," Jack said, throwing some tools at Owen.

Tosh was carefully scraping from the surface of a very large object while Owen listened with a stethoscope.

"Make yourself useful, sweetheart. Pass us the big chisel from the toolbox," Owen told Nightingale.

"Not your sweetheart." Nightingale retorted as she got the big chisel and handed it to Owen. "Shame your tool's not big enough for the job,"

Owen was shocked by the response and hit the chisel a bit hard "Shit," heavy gas flew out.

Jack threw them all gas masks. "Owen, catch. Put this on," he helped Nightingale put hers over her face.

A bright pink gaseous entity flew out and streamed away into the night.