The battle was over, the cacophony of gunfire fallen away into breathless silence. The members of Team Torchwood looked around themselves, surprised and relieved to see all their teammates still standing.
The invasion force hadn’t fared so well; half a hundred bodies littered the churned-up grass, multiple limbs askew, their blood mixing with the Cardiff mud.
Explaining this away would take some doing; sometimes Jack wished they could come right out and tell the world that yes, aliens are real, but he knew they couldn’t. Humanity wasn’t ready.
He drew a breath, breaking the silence. “Okay, kids, it’s cleanup time.”