"Right. John, you can track, right? Let's get moving, then." The Doctor gestured for Locke to lead the way. After all, John had as much motivation as anyone else.

"Someone should go find Scott, tell him what's going on." He suggested, but it came out more a pointed command.

Jack watched as people reacted. It was alll of what, two weeks since Rose was last taken from them, in her and the Doctor's timeframe. He remembered how almost catatonic the Doc had been when he thought she was dead. If an army of Dalek wasn't going to stop him from gettin gher back, these guys didn't stand a chance.

And he was gonna be right there kicking ass and taking names. Rose was more than his friend. She was... well not like a sister, because even in his time, you don't imagine you sister naked, but she was important.

"Anyone else armed?" Jack asked, looking over the group. Oh, the kid, Jon, the too young soldier, he was.

Molly waved her bow under his nose. "Might not be a gun but it's just as deadly, Buck."

The fisty little woman had been calling him Buck Rogers from the moment she found out who he was. Evidently it was some dort of joke he wasn't in on. Who the hell was Buck Rogers?

"Okay, two guns and one person willing to fire sharp pointy sticks, anyone else can just catch up then."

That was if Jon was gonna come along. But then from what he knew of the kid in the last few days, he had a strong sense of responsibility.