Post by Oldmankrondas on Jun 8, 2011 0:12:35 GMT
Bruce Saxon had finally fitted all the cables into the correct points and felt filthy. Whatever they were made out of had rubbed off on his hands and he was in dire need of running water. As he fished into his jeans pocket to produce a handkerchief, a tall pale skinned bald man in a purple suit approached him.
'You the tour manager then?' Bruce asked, wiping his hands on the handkerchief.
The man nodded, adjusting his sunglasses and flashing him a grin. 'I am indeed, it's a pleasure to meet you Bruce.'
Bruce was pretty sure he hadn't told this guy his name, but perhaps he had got it from Mr French. 'Yeah, you too pal, that's everything wired up and ready to go. I was gonna do a quick sound and video check but....'
The tour manager raised a palm, shaking his head. 'No need Bruce, we can deal with all that in the morning. Why don't you knock off early? Take the boys down the pub?' he flashed that grin again, indicating to the assembled workers.
Bruce, feeling decidedly uneasy placed the handkerchief back in his pockets, shrugged then turned to his colleagues. 'Boss says we can knock off early boys!' There was a triumphant cheer as they all made their way through the park to the gates.
The tour manager watched them leave and grinned that wide grin again, bearing his sharp needle like teeth. 'Enjoy your night gentlemen, for it will be the last night the human race will see....'
The Doctor was fumbling in his pockets, trying in vain to find his UNIT pass. 'Oh this is ridiculous! The Doctor! Can't you look me up?'
The young UNIT soldier at the gates handed the Doctor a handheld computer with the faces of his second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth incarnations. 'Sorry sir, you're not one of these gentlemen here are you?'
Sarah stepped forward, showing the soldier a pass she had produced from her purse. The young soldier nodded and ushered her through. The Doctor flashed her a look of shock. 'You've not worked with UNIT for thirty years!' he spluttered. 'You weren't even properly employed!'
Sarah winked. 'Always good to keep your hand in.' She whispered something to the UNIT soldier who chuckled then allowed the Doctor entry.
The Doctor stuffed his hands into the pockets of his raincoat and followed Sarah into the park. 'A couple more minutes and I'd have found my pass you know...' he grumbled.
Sarah just laughed and the two of them made their way towards the large silver structure in the centre of the park.
Anna couldn't help but notice her father hadn't touched any food or drink all day. As they made their way into the Hawley Arms in Camden she was sure this was about to change. 'I think we're up to the 18th birthday now don't you?' George smiled. 'Time to take my daughter for her first legal pint in one of my favourite pubs.'
'This is one of your favourite pubs? I love this place.'
As they pushed through the doors, Anna felt herself embraced by the comforting sound of hundreds of people enjoying themselves. It was a warm summer evening and so she suggested to her father they try and make it out on to the roof terrace. George agreed, pushing his way through to the bar in a matter of seconds. Anna was impressed, either he'd had years of practice at the best way to get yourself to the head of the queue or he was somehow literally passing through the throng of people. After a couple of minutes he made his way back through the crowd and presented her with a pint of lager. 'Happy 18th birthday Anna!' he cheered as she took the pint from him.
'You not having one?'
George shook his head and indicated for them to make their way to the roof terrace.
The Doctor pulled one of the barriers aside and slid through to the stage area; a large platform bolted on to the base of the silvery teardrop structure. Large screens were also erected around the structure and throughout the park, they were clearly expecting a large crowd for tomorrows event. 'Well...it's definitely alien.'
'Glad we've cleared that up. Any idea what the link to Bolam is yet?'
The Doctor shook his head and moved towards the stage, sonic screwdriver in hand. Clambering on stage, he waved it over the chair that was positioned in the centre and the two metal plinths at either side. 'Don't recognise the technology but the cables...' he crouched down and gripped one of them. 'Some sort of organic hybrid material....almost as if it's part of some hive mind....' He looked up to where Sarah had been standing, now gone. 'Sarah?' Rising to his feet, the Doctor turned to see Sarah was now on stage with him, only with a gun pointed at her head by a pale looking man in a purple suit.
'Who are you?' the man now aimed the gun at the Doctor's chest.
'Me? Health and safety, just making sure all electrical appliances have had the correct tests.'
The man flashed the Doctor a wide grin and lowered the gun slightly. 'You're awfully well dressed.'
'I've got a gallery opening to attend....not enough time to get changed.' His face suddenly became deadly serious. 'Now. I strongly suggest you put down that gun and let go of my friend.'
'I'm afraid not Doctor.' He flashed another grin, this time exposing his needle like teeth, raising the gun once more to the Doctor's chest. 'You see, my associates and I have put this show together very meticulously. Nothing can be allowed to get in the way, least of all the last of the Timelords.' He licked his lips and pulled the trigger, sending a ball of bright yellow light into the Doctors chest, sending him crashing to the ground. Sarah cried out, breaking free and running forward to check on the Doctor, he wasn't breathing. She looked back at the pale skinned man, who grinned once more and pulled the trigger.
'You the tour manager then?' Bruce asked, wiping his hands on the handkerchief.
The man nodded, adjusting his sunglasses and flashing him a grin. 'I am indeed, it's a pleasure to meet you Bruce.'
Bruce was pretty sure he hadn't told this guy his name, but perhaps he had got it from Mr French. 'Yeah, you too pal, that's everything wired up and ready to go. I was gonna do a quick sound and video check but....'
The tour manager raised a palm, shaking his head. 'No need Bruce, we can deal with all that in the morning. Why don't you knock off early? Take the boys down the pub?' he flashed that grin again, indicating to the assembled workers.
Bruce, feeling decidedly uneasy placed the handkerchief back in his pockets, shrugged then turned to his colleagues. 'Boss says we can knock off early boys!' There was a triumphant cheer as they all made their way through the park to the gates.
The tour manager watched them leave and grinned that wide grin again, bearing his sharp needle like teeth. 'Enjoy your night gentlemen, for it will be the last night the human race will see....'
*
The Doctor was fumbling in his pockets, trying in vain to find his UNIT pass. 'Oh this is ridiculous! The Doctor! Can't you look me up?'
The young UNIT soldier at the gates handed the Doctor a handheld computer with the faces of his second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth incarnations. 'Sorry sir, you're not one of these gentlemen here are you?'
Sarah stepped forward, showing the soldier a pass she had produced from her purse. The young soldier nodded and ushered her through. The Doctor flashed her a look of shock. 'You've not worked with UNIT for thirty years!' he spluttered. 'You weren't even properly employed!'
Sarah winked. 'Always good to keep your hand in.' She whispered something to the UNIT soldier who chuckled then allowed the Doctor entry.
The Doctor stuffed his hands into the pockets of his raincoat and followed Sarah into the park. 'A couple more minutes and I'd have found my pass you know...' he grumbled.
Sarah just laughed and the two of them made their way towards the large silver structure in the centre of the park.
*
Anna couldn't help but notice her father hadn't touched any food or drink all day. As they made their way into the Hawley Arms in Camden she was sure this was about to change. 'I think we're up to the 18th birthday now don't you?' George smiled. 'Time to take my daughter for her first legal pint in one of my favourite pubs.'
'This is one of your favourite pubs? I love this place.'
As they pushed through the doors, Anna felt herself embraced by the comforting sound of hundreds of people enjoying themselves. It was a warm summer evening and so she suggested to her father they try and make it out on to the roof terrace. George agreed, pushing his way through to the bar in a matter of seconds. Anna was impressed, either he'd had years of practice at the best way to get yourself to the head of the queue or he was somehow literally passing through the throng of people. After a couple of minutes he made his way back through the crowd and presented her with a pint of lager. 'Happy 18th birthday Anna!' he cheered as she took the pint from him.
'You not having one?'
George shook his head and indicated for them to make their way to the roof terrace.
*
The Doctor pulled one of the barriers aside and slid through to the stage area; a large platform bolted on to the base of the silvery teardrop structure. Large screens were also erected around the structure and throughout the park, they were clearly expecting a large crowd for tomorrows event. 'Well...it's definitely alien.'
'Glad we've cleared that up. Any idea what the link to Bolam is yet?'
The Doctor shook his head and moved towards the stage, sonic screwdriver in hand. Clambering on stage, he waved it over the chair that was positioned in the centre and the two metal plinths at either side. 'Don't recognise the technology but the cables...' he crouched down and gripped one of them. 'Some sort of organic hybrid material....almost as if it's part of some hive mind....' He looked up to where Sarah had been standing, now gone. 'Sarah?' Rising to his feet, the Doctor turned to see Sarah was now on stage with him, only with a gun pointed at her head by a pale looking man in a purple suit.
'Who are you?' the man now aimed the gun at the Doctor's chest.
'Me? Health and safety, just making sure all electrical appliances have had the correct tests.'
The man flashed the Doctor a wide grin and lowered the gun slightly. 'You're awfully well dressed.'
'I've got a gallery opening to attend....not enough time to get changed.' His face suddenly became deadly serious. 'Now. I strongly suggest you put down that gun and let go of my friend.'
'I'm afraid not Doctor.' He flashed another grin, this time exposing his needle like teeth, raising the gun once more to the Doctor's chest. 'You see, my associates and I have put this show together very meticulously. Nothing can be allowed to get in the way, least of all the last of the Timelords.' He licked his lips and pulled the trigger, sending a ball of bright yellow light into the Doctors chest, sending him crashing to the ground. Sarah cried out, breaking free and running forward to check on the Doctor, he wasn't breathing. She looked back at the pale skinned man, who grinned once more and pulled the trigger.
