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present Hargreaves.
*
After escaping, the Doctor led Sarah down the rear stairs and out of the house. He had noticed earlier a small shed set against a stone wall, used for storing garden equipment. He hurriedly guided Sarah towards it and thrust her in.
‘Keep out of sight. I’ll be back as soon as I can.’
‘Where are you going?’
‘To destroy the pod... before it’s too late.’
Sarah looked horrified. ‘You can’t tackle them single-handed.’
The Doctor flourished Scorby’s pistol. ‘I’ve got a gun.’
‘You’d never use it.’
The Doctor grinned. ‘True. But they don’t know that.’ He gave her a reassuring squeeze and crept off. Sarah climbed into her hidey hole, and settled down to wait.
Hidden by the thick foliage, the Doctor watched the rear of the building as a group of heavy-booted guards emerged and fanned out into the grounds. Then, when all was clear, he flitted across to the basement door and re-entered the house. Using the same route as before he quickly reached the entrance to the Special Projects room. The door was ajar and no sound came from within. Puzzled, the Doctor tiptoed in, gun at the ready.
The room was empty. With a pang of dismay the Doctor saw the pod had already burst open. He crossed the debris-strewn floor and, laying his gun aside, picked up a fragment of the pod to examine it.
‘Rather stupid of you to return, Doctor,’ said an unpleasant voice from the doorway.
The Doctor spun round to see Scorby covering him with a machine gun. ‘I see I am too late. The pod has burst. I hope there was no one in the way.’
‘Unfortunately there was. Our friend Keeler. Very clumsy of him.’
‘Then we could all be doomed,’ said the Doctor quietly.
‘Don’t exaggerate, Doctor,’ snarled Scorby. ‘Where’s the girl?’
‘Gone to get help,’ lied the Doctor. Then, with vehemence, ‘You’re working for a madman, Scorby, you know that?’
‘He pays well,’ came the reply. ‘And don’t lie about Miss Smith. She’ll never get out of this place... alive.’ He pocketed the pistol on the bench and motioned the Doctor out of the room.
The two of them marched quickly along a series of corridors and stairways towards the other end of the house.
‘Not another guided tour, I hope,’ quipped the Doctor.
‘You’ll soon see this is no time for joking,’ replied Scorby, stopping at a grey, metal door. He opened it and pushed the Doctor in. ‘Mr Chase has prepared a highly novel method for your execution.’
The Doctor descended a flight of stone steps and found himself in a large basement room filled with dustbins and refuse. At the far end stood a huge piece of machinery, covering one entire wall. It consisted of two enormous metal rollers with steel blades, like a giant lawn mower. The rollers were fed by a wide aluminium conveyor belt with vertical polished sides, about six feet deep. The Doctor guessed there must be a chute behind the rollers which led out through the wall and into the gardens.
The front of the conveyor belt was lowered at the moment, like a drawbridge, and a guard was busy emptying waste into it. The guard stopped work as they entered and, at Scorby’s command, proceeded to bind the Doctor’s arms and legs with a length of thick rope.
The Doctor eyed Scorby’s machine gun and realised there was little point in resisting. He inspected his surroundings nonchalantly and sniffed the air. ‘Isn’t it about time you emptied the dustbins?’
‘We will,’ said Scorby. ‘Soon,’ and he gave a peculiar smile.
Sarah looked anxiously at her watch. The Doctor had been gone almost an hour. That could only mean one thing.
She peered out. Dusk had
*
After escaping, the Doctor led Sarah down the rear stairs and out of the house. He had noticed earlier a small shed set against a stone wall, used for storing garden equipment. He hurriedly guided Sarah towards it and thrust her in.
‘Keep out of sight. I’ll be back as soon as I can.’
‘Where are you going?’
‘To destroy the pod... before it’s too late.’
Sarah looked horrified. ‘You can’t tackle them single-handed.’
The Doctor flourished Scorby’s pistol. ‘I’ve got a gun.’
‘You’d never use it.’
The Doctor grinned. ‘True. But they don’t know that.’ He gave her a reassuring squeeze and crept off. Sarah climbed into her hidey hole, and settled down to wait.
Hidden by the thick foliage, the Doctor watched the rear of the building as a group of heavy-booted guards emerged and fanned out into the grounds. Then, when all was clear, he flitted across to the basement door and re-entered the house. Using the same route as before he quickly reached the entrance to the Special Projects room. The door was ajar and no sound came from within. Puzzled, the Doctor tiptoed in, gun at the ready.
The room was empty. With a pang of dismay the Doctor saw the pod had already burst open. He crossed the debris-strewn floor and, laying his gun aside, picked up a fragment of the pod to examine it.
‘Rather stupid of you to return, Doctor,’ said an unpleasant voice from the doorway.
The Doctor spun round to see Scorby covering him with a machine gun. ‘I see I am too late. The pod has burst. I hope there was no one in the way.’
‘Unfortunately there was. Our friend Keeler. Very clumsy of him.’
‘Then we could all be doomed,’ said the Doctor quietly.
‘Don’t exaggerate, Doctor,’ snarled Scorby. ‘Where’s the girl?’
‘Gone to get help,’ lied the Doctor. Then, with vehemence, ‘You’re working for a madman, Scorby, you know that?’
‘He pays well,’ came the reply. ‘And don’t lie about Miss Smith. She’ll never get out of this place... alive.’ He pocketed the pistol on the bench and motioned the Doctor out of the room.
The two of them marched quickly along a series of corridors and stairways towards the other end of the house.
‘Not another guided tour, I hope,’ quipped the Doctor.
‘You’ll soon see this is no time for joking,’ replied Scorby, stopping at a grey, metal door. He opened it and pushed the Doctor in. ‘Mr Chase has prepared a highly novel method for your execution.’
The Doctor descended a flight of stone steps and found himself in a large basement room filled with dustbins and refuse. At the far end stood a huge piece of machinery, covering one entire wall. It consisted of two enormous metal rollers with steel blades, like a giant lawn mower. The rollers were fed by a wide aluminium conveyor belt with vertical polished sides, about six feet deep. The Doctor guessed there must be a chute behind the rollers which led out through the wall and into the gardens.
The front of the conveyor belt was lowered at the moment, like a drawbridge, and a guard was busy emptying waste into it. The guard stopped work as they entered and, at Scorby’s command, proceeded to bind the Doctor’s arms and legs with a length of thick rope.
The Doctor eyed Scorby’s machine gun and realised there was little point in resisting. He inspected his surroundings nonchalantly and sniffed the air. ‘Isn’t it about time you emptied the dustbins?’
‘We will,’ said Scorby. ‘Soon,’ and he gave a peculiar smile.
Sarah looked anxiously at her watch. The Doctor had been gone almost an hour. That could only mean one thing.
She peered out. Dusk had
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