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Torchwood is exciting, the way that it had once been in New York when he'd been hunted by Company and by a serial killer posing as a friend in horribly lame band t-shirts. Mohinder's move from Company heel and Noah Bennet's lapdog back to the UK (the only place he'd felt safe to bring Molly where she would be able to understand the language and still be away from the mess in America) to Torchwood agent had happened as they usually did.

Jack courted him. Mohinder refused until refusing became impossible. And that's why he finds himself here, standing in the so called Red Zone, around a theme park with the less than illustrious name of "Figmentation Imagination Exploration World!" scrolled across the metal sign in large, person sized letters over the box office queuing area.

He glances over at the lanky Scotsman he is almost always paired with and the pair of chain cutters he's currently failing with at the gate. A sigh and Mohinder adjusts the earpiece he's wearing. "Captain, still having a bit of trouble with the front gate. We should be inside in about an hour at this rate." He's only half teasing though he can hear Owen's voice saying something irately in the background.

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Peter stood besides Mohinder, lollipop in his mouth, frowning at the still chained gates that prevented them from making any progress. He'd tried pulling at it, bashing it with his torch and still no access. It was all so much easier when he was a copper, you know? Simply asked for the keys and got himself in, no fuss or illegal means. Course, when he was on the force, he never did have any call or occasional to go into a haunted spooky horror theme park of doom that was chained away from the public.

Still, if he didn't want to be here, he wouldn't be here. So he wasn't really complaining, he'd agreed to this job. Sort of. It was all a strange blur of Jack's charm, too much wine and his own childhood dream of fighting aliens coming to life.

Pulling the sweet from his mouth, he tapped his earpiece on. Just to show he was paying attention and not just letting Mohinder do everything. Again. "You could of gotten us a key. Or a lock-pick device thingy? Don't aliens ever have to pick locks? They should."

He'd of thought by now they'd have advanced tech for these little annoyance. Hell, they had that one bloody death ray with a toast setting on it ... or more a death ray he just happened to use to make toast. But the point still stood.

"We could always try to climb over if all else fails?"