Post by Oldmankrondas on Aug 15, 2005 11:08:26 GMT
PERFECTION
EPISODE THREE
By Mark Donaldson
EPISODE THREE
By Mark Donaldson
David Dawson was not best pleased, his limo had been written off, the girl who had seen his masters had escaped, and he’d probably drawn a considerable amount of attention to himself. He slammed a fist of the side of the limo, thinking over what to do next. He had to get out of the woods, those UNIT soldiers would come looking for him once more, and he couldn’t afford to be caught, not with the plans at the stage they were. He resolved to head back to his London flat he used during filming, he got back inside the limo and beckoned for the driver to head back into London. After a few minutes of negotiating the rubble and terrain, the limo was heading back down the road into Central London.
*
Lethbridge-Stewart watched as the refrigerated van headed out of the woodlands with Dr. Sturgeon and the corpse in the back, headed for the UNIT labs and morgue. He thought over what Sturgeon had said, a crude cybernetic augmentation. Some of the parts grafted to the mans body rang bells with him. In fact, he was so deep in thought that he had forgotten there was a possible TARDIS a few minutes away.
‘Sir Alistair?’ Brigadier Harchester called. ‘Captain Baxter was about to show us the Police Box.’
He smiled and followed them. ‘Terribly sorry gentlemen…I was miles away.’
*
The Doctor returned to Anna and Todd with a worried look on his face. These kinds of things always worried Todd. Whatever it was that could make the Doctor visibly worried was surely something to be feared. ‘What is it Doctor? What’s coming?’
The Doctor put a finger to his lips. ‘I have a sneaking suspicion about our man in the trench coat. I want you to find him and hand yourselves in.’
‘What?’ Todd exploded. ‘He’ll kill us!’
‘Doubtful, he was trying to keep us in line. Trust me, I think I know what’s going on here. And the safest thing to do is hand yourselves over.’ The Doctor replied with a gentle, if slightly distant smile.
‘And what exactly are you going to do?’ Todd asked, still standing his ground, refusing to leave his friend on his own.
‘Wait for our giant metal men. Believe me Todd, Anna…when they see me, they’ll forget about the whole limo incident. I’m of much more importance to them.’ The Doctor turned back to face the area he had just come from.
Todd was about to say something, but thought better of it. He knew the Doctor knew what he was doing. ‘Good luck Doctor…’ He muttered as he led Anna out of the area.
*
Sergeant Dean Linton was cursing himself for losing the two intruders, as he made for where he had heard the sounds of a car crash, he heard something crunch behind him. He grabbed for his pistol, but before he could produce it, he felt a cold grip around his throat, tightening and tightening, until he felt a warm trickle down his neck on to his chest. There was a sudden snap and all the lights went out.
*
‘Well Sir?’ Captain Baxter asked, hands on his hips, looking to Lethbridge-Stewart for some sort of confirmation.
Lethbridge-Stewart placed a hand to the doors of the Police Box and smiled. ‘Oh yes, that’s the TARDIS alright!’ He rapped on the door, but there was no response. ‘Who found this?’
‘Sergeant Linton sir, he said he saw two people exit it, one of them looked like a student and the other was wearing a long green frock coat and had shoulder length brown hair.’ Baxter replied, Lethbridge-Stewart nodded.
‘That’s him alright! Okay Baxter, get Sergeant Linton on the radio. Tell him the two men he’s following should be immediately informed he’s a UNIT soldier and that they should be brought to me.’
Baxter gave a nod and produced a radio from the pocket of his long trench coat. ‘Greyhound 1 to 2, are you receiving?’
Dead air.
‘Greyhound 1 to 2, do you read me?’
Still no response.
‘Greyhound 1 to 2, Dean are you there?’ Baxter cursed, then looked to the Brigadier and the General. ‘He last called to say he was at grid reference C15, he had just confronted the intruders, but there was a car crash which had distracted them all, and the two men escaped.’
Lethbridge-Stewart nodded, then produced a map from the front of the Land Rover. ‘That’s not far from here! Come on!’ All three men set off at a run to Sergeant Dean Lintons last known whereabouts, and his final resting place.
*
Todd and Anna had been running back towards the TARDIS for ten minutes before Anna stumbled over something. Todd came to a halt and outstretched a hand to her, as she grabbed it, she let out a sudden scream. Todd’s eyes moved to see what she had tripped over. The man in the raincoat, looking up at them, eyes glazed, a look of terror in his face, his neck bloody and broken. ‘Anna, it’s okay, just move away.’ He said trying to sound reassuring, whilst at the same time trying to shut her up so the so-called giant metal men didn’t hear them. He helped her to her feet and they edged away from the body. Todd turned away from it, only to find himself staring at two men in full army uniform, who flanked a man in a trench coat. It took Todd a second, but he realised exactly who it was he was staring at.
‘Hello Todd…’ the voice of General Sir Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart.
*
The Doctor spun round just in time. The Cybermen had approached him from behind, about to strike him down. The two Cybermen analysed the Doctor for a few seconds before speaking. ‘You are the Doctor…’
‘Yes.’ He spat. ‘And you are the Cybermen. But let’s not dilly dally, I want to know what you’re doing here.’
One of the Cybermen reached out quickly and clutched the Doctor by the arm hard, the pain resulting in the Doctor falling to his knees. The Cybermans other hand swiftly cracked him across the jaw, sending him falling to the floor. Next thing the Doctor knew, he was being carried away by two Cybermen.
*
Doctor Sturgeon was sure she had heard something from the back of the van. She looked to the driver. ‘Did you just hear something?’ she asked.
‘No Doctor, but I’m sure it’s nothing. I read somewhere that the dead make noises, gases escaping or something.’ He replied, putting his foot down slightly, the idea of the dead body in the back of the van rising again making him wanting to get home that bit quicker.
‘Yes…I suppose you’re right.’ Sturgeon replied, settling back in the chair.
There was a crash from the back, as if something was struggling to get out. They both looked to each other, both knowing that wasn’t the kind of noise you would get from gases escaping. The glass screen behind them smashed, and a bloody man, covered almost head to toe in metal shot his fist across the back of the drivers head, knocking him unconscious, sending the van swerving wildly out of control into the path of an oncoming truck.
To Be Continued…
