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Another typical night in Cardiff.
The streets are dark and quiet, no one seeming to be out and about... except for a bright red convertible roaring down the empty roads, its driver just as flashy and colorful as the vehicle. The blowfish laughs, slightly unhinged, as he accelerates through the red lights, swerving dangerously across both lanes.
And behind him, bringing up the rear, is a pitch-black Range Rover with blue LEDs flashing. Torchwood Three gives chase, with Owen Harper at the wheel, as Toshiko Sato tracks the car with one of her many alien and advanced devices.
The streets are dark and quiet, no one seeming to be out and about... except for a bright red convertible roaring down the empty roads, its driver just as flashy and colorful as the vehicle. The blowfish laughs, slightly unhinged, as he accelerates through the red lights, swerving dangerously across both lanes.
And behind him, bringing up the rear, is a pitch-black Range Rover with blue LEDs flashing. Torchwood Three gives chase, with Owen Harper at the wheel, as Toshiko Sato tracks the car with one of her many alien and advanced devices.
