The rest of the bait - Ianto & Cal
Call rolled his shoulders, checking his gun one last time. It wasn't his portable cannon from home, but it would do, he supposed. Especially since he was just supposed to help keep the thing's attention. He arched a brow as Faith charged past, shaking his head, a faint smile caught at the corners of his mouth, she was fast.
He swung himself out of the alcove where he'd been tucked against a building, bracing the gun against his shoulder and firing, "Hey! Y'overgrown trash can!" He wasn't sure, really, if the thing could hear or not, but it made him feel better. He snapped off another shot before darting forward himself, ducking into the shadows between the next two buildings, herding the Dalek on towards the next checkpoint, keeping it on track.