"Oh." Jim blinks. That's a little weird, if they're taking it to a known location. He sits down at the table, pries the top off his beer. "It's up at their altar on the mountain. Pretty easily accessible, honestly, though I think it's been relatively untended since it came out that so many of them are terrorists. Only a few who were supposedly not involved are left, most have fled, or were killed in the rescue operations."

He opens the container and motions for Ianto take what he likes first. "I don't know why they'd steal something and go put it there. Hell, I don't know why they'd even bother engaging in this sort of shit anymore when even the people here want all their heads on spikes Who all has the intel about where they're headed with the heart?"