[Jack Harkness and John Hart: Captains]

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Jack stepped out of the SUV and onto the Strip. Owen's coordinates had been dead on. Jack could almost taste the energy left hanging in the air from the fracture. He looked around, far enough down the Strip that there were no casinos. Just dive bars that advertised dancers of all levels of dress, tattoo parlors, and wedding chapels.

The trail wasn't hard to follow.

He flicked his holster open before he walked through the door.