Who ordered the Dalek Supreme with their Weevil?

[Nine]

The night was young, barely past ten as Nine sat in his hiding place, deep within Cardiff’s sewers, in a place even the Weevils didn’t dare travel. He’d made his decision to ascend to the surface several days ago but it wasn’t until now that conditions proved viable. The past few days had little or no activity from the subterranean aliens, providing little change for the Dalek to encounter one of the institute’s operatives in the field. While his research had revealed to Nine the location of their headquarters, to travel there and knock on the front door was suicide. No he needed to make a show of his intensions first before they would trust him enough not to fire on sight.

Finally the night had come, Weevil activity had surged this evening and was sure to have attracted Torchwood’s attention. Locating the largest concentration of the creatures using the city’s CCTV network, Nine found a group that would most likely end up being the evening’s quarry. Topping off the charge in his energy storage cells, the Dalek disengaged from the telephone line junction box he’d been tapped into for almost thirty years. A diagnostic of his mobility system and energy cells showed full ground mobility and twenty percent power respectively, enough to get him where he was going and put on the show he had to with a reserve to get back to his hiding place should things go wrong.

Venturing forth for the first time in decades, the charred, white and gold Dalek glided through the sewers silently, scanning for the pack of Weevils he’d earlier spotted. With any hope by now they’d also been spotted by Torchwood and a team had been dispatched to deal with them. Another bonus, the Dalek thought, of contacting a Weevil retrieval team was that they would be lightly armed. Unlike at the hub where any number of destructive weapons could be brought to bare on him, the team would likely only have stun guns, Weevil spray and handguns, none of which posed any threat to his armored travel machine, even in his damaged condition. And so Nine continued to trundle forth, ascending passageways and traversing tunnels until he reached a large storm drain opening directly overhead. There he would wait until the pack passed by, computing the alley above him to be the most likely place the team would intercept the creatures.

[The Second Doctor]

Rex took a bite of pizza, alone in the Cardiff Hub. The rest was off on a mission that "required" someone to stay in Cardiff. So, there was only one agent when a problem came up, such as...
"Weevil hunting," he said through clinched teeth.
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Cardiff Streets, Ten minutes later,

It was the heat of the chase, and Rex fired on the Weevil, who was running fast. Rounding a corner, the bullets just missed the alien's head. The Torchwood member ran around the corner, to a dead end. The Weevil was nowhere to be found. He was just about to turn back when he felt a blunt pain in his back. Evidently, the Weevil had decided to hide (surprisingly intelligibly) and strike from behind.

Rex's gun crashed to the ground, and he fell over. He was drifting into unconsciousness... When he rolled over a grabbed his gun, firing into the Weevil. The hit hadn't been that bad, especially for a "seasoned" agent of Torchwood. He was just about to grin and pat himself on the back, when he heard footsteps. Alien footsteps. Weevils were everywhere. Climbing out of the gutter, from around the corners, jumping from roofs... He counted forty, but there were some he couldn't see. They must've found out somehow that he was alone, and all struck at once. He fired a few bullets, downing some, but like a hydra, two more replaced anything he killed. Rex needed help. And now.

[Nine]

Lurking bellow the grating in the relative safety of the shadows, Nine monitored the activity above and noted the arrival of a single human male. He’d been hoping for at least two team members, but one would do. What he wasn’t expecting was the disproportionately large number of Weevils that were arriving on the scene in relation to the lone Torchwood member. Gunfire rang out and judging by the movements above, the fight was closing in on the human and fast.

Deciding now was the time to act, Nine powered up his anti-grav units and began to ascend with all the power the nearly wrecked mechanisms could manage. The Dalek’s smooth head dome crashed up against the underside of the grading and forced the obstruction up and away from the drainage opening. Ascending out of the sewers for the first time in decades, the white, gold and charred killing machine revealed it’s self with an accompanying multicolored glow under it’s base. Almost immediately upon getting back over solid ground though, the Dalek dropped to the street with a metallic clank.

Turning his eyestalk first left and then right, scanning the quickly closing Weevils, Nine raised his weapon arm and screamed that infamous word. “EXTERMINATE!” Letting loose with a barrage of green energy pulses from his ‘death ray’, Nine downed several of the semi-sentient creatures but knowing that it wasn’t Torchwood’s policy to kill them, made sure the weapon’s power was reduced to stun levels. Still though, the Dalek screamed the word over and over again, turning in place to knock off a few of the stragglers who were behind him, until he’d either knocked half the creatures out and driven off the rest. Weevils might be wild, but they weren’t stupid.

Turning back to face the human, Nine took a survey of his travel machine’s remaining resources and noted that power had fallen drastically. He’d not planned to use his weapon so intensely and thus now did not have the energy required to get back into the sewers and all of the way back into his hiding place. He was committed to this now and knew it. Gliding forward, the Dalek slowly approached the man and lowered his weapon arm, stopping about ten feet away and remained silent for the moment.

[Gwen Elizabeth Cooper]

Gwen had gotten back from the mission early. The others were still with the S.U.V, others meaning Jack and Esther, but Gwen luckily had taken Rhys's car. The large, gear shaped metal door slid to the side and Gwen walked in the hub.

"Honey, I'm home!" Gwen yelled jokingly. There was no response. "Rex! I'm back!" She turned the corner and walked to Rex's computer. "Rex?" Her voice reduced to a whisper as she saw what was on the screen. CCTV was logging a giant concentration of Weevils. Rex must've been in trouble. "No." Gwen sprinted out of the building, running up the stairs and back out to the Plass.

Gwen was running through the streets, gun in one hand. She finally got to the place where the Weevils had been, and now a much smaller amount of unconscious Weevils, Rex, and a sight that made her blood run cold.

"Rex! Get away from it!" Gwen held her gun up, and pointed it at the Dalek.

[Owen Harper]

(Behind the scenes)

Another part of the sewers, Owen was studying Weevils. He had the ability to sit among them and watch them. They seemed sleeping, having a dream. He was having the opportunity to be closer. A Weevil grabbed Owen’s ankle, he fell to the ground, catching himself from breaking. However, a Weevil reached and grabbed Owen ripping his leather jacket and the dead skin on his right arm. They all started to moan in pain. Something was harming them. Owen stepped away from them, holding his hand over new wound.

Whatever it was scaring the Weevils. It also scared Owen. They had blocked the exit. He was stuck with the crying Weevils. He could try to move through them and get out. But there was a limited space. He stayed where he was, the corner. Someone was harming the Weevils.

He was tapping his communication. “Hello? Owen here! Is there a rift activity or someone hurting Weevils?”

[Rebbeca S. Tarks]

Rebecca had just finished one of her first runs as an official Torchwood agent and was resting in the Hub. She had somewhat dozed off at one of the desks when she heard Gwen. Before she could answer, Gwen's distressed tone caught her attention. The black haired woman hurried over to the CCTV and saw what was happening, "The hell..."

Seeing as how Gwen and Rex had already run off, she got ready to follow when she heard Owen's voice over a comm link, "Hey sunshine, you okay?" Even if it was a bad day, Rebecca did her hardest not to loose her sense of humor. When he asked about the rift activity though, she looked a bit lost, "I'm not sure. I'm looking at Tosh's console but what am I looking for?"

[Owen Harper]

“You are looking for spikes. You see the lines on the screen. You see one go off and connect. Tosh said the top ones are on our side and if one goes down, that’s one pulling from us,” he replied. “There are codes and numbers I never understood what the meanings. But Tosh said that’s for ratings. Is Ianto there? Ianto knows more than I do.”

“The Weevils are in pain…I am assuming something with a big ping…I can’t imagine the other case. The case someone was hurting Weevils.”

[Rebbeca S. Tarks]

As she looked at the screen, she saw the spikes he was talking about. "No, I don't think he's here. I'd ask Gwen but she just ran off. But I see what you're talking about. There's a spike going down to the bottom of the screen. Whatever it is, must be big." She looked around, just in case Ianto walked in or something, but nothing, "What about Jack? Have you heard from him?"

[Nine]

As Nine sat immobile and stared at the human, his sensors picked up the approach of another. Turning his head dome to regard the approaching being with his eye stalk, Nine noted that it was a female of the species, armed and apparently hysterical. While he knew her firearm was next to useless against his travel machine, if she started firing, one of the primitive, lead projectiles could ricochet off of his casing and strike the first human, or worse, provoke both into firing and potentially ruin his chances of a peaceful meeting.

“Stop!” the Dalek yelled in his typical staccato voice. “Do not discharge your weapon. I have acted to preserve this human’s life, not exterminate him.” he paused for a moment and then continued. “Your weapon would be ineffective against me and I have no reason to see you potentially injure your self or your associate in the attempt.”

Adding credence to his statement, Nine directed his own weapon towards the ground and slowly rotated his travel machine to face away from the two humans, except for his eye stalk and dome, which remained fixed on the female.

[Rex Matheson]

The former CIA-agent kept his gun trained on the Dalek.
"And we're supposed to believe this?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

He tilted his head towards Gwen.
"We have weapons that could blow you apart in one shot." he lied.

"Plus the fact that we are invincible. The Miracle has rendered us immortal." Matheson reminded.

Stepping forward, he thumped the Dalek with his thumb.
"If I were you, I'd start talking."