| "Actually," said Inquirer, "there was one more little side trip
I wanted to make..."
Meanwhile, back at the place the Champions just left….
Bishop and Abbot, both having stormed after the departing odd people
who’d turned everything upside down and backwards with that rather outrageous
act are staring slack jawed at the spot where they saw the TARDIS just
vanish right in front of their eyes.
The others also had been in a position to see the vanishing act, and
also are more than a bit shocked.
”Did you?….” Bishop asks quietly, still staring at the spot of the now
departed TARDIS.
”We….may have a deeper problem than we previously believed,” Abbot says,
visibly gathering himself. “That….. shouldn’t have been possible. We’ve
had this building under surveillance….and there wasn’t any way possible
for that….that Police Box to have gotten in here. What did that
one guy call it? A TARDIS?!”
”If….that is a TARDIS….it would explain why he looked like the
Doctor,” Mary, the NSA agent that Carl had been trying to ask out on a
date says abstractedly.
”The Doctor? Doctor who?” Abbot asks, unconsciously mimicking the oldest
joke in Whoism. “Who exactly?”
”That explains why he looked familiar!” Carl suddenly says, feeling
like slapping himself on the forehead for not having seen it earlier. “The
only reason why I didn’t connect before was that I was more familiar with
the Baker incarnation of the guy, and not the earlier one!”
”You watch Doctor Who also?” Mary asks, instantly warming to
Carl.
”Wait! Hold up,” Liz says, trying to calm Abbot and Bishop, who look
ready to explode in loud questions. “Let’s start from the beginning, slowly.
Now, both of you young people….exactly what are you talking about?”
The young male NSA agent, at a gesture by Abbot, goes over and deactivates
the bug that Inquirer and others had detected somehow. Abbot had a feeling
that he didn’t want this to get out, because if it was found that he actually
was even LOOKIN like he believed in little green men and UFOs (or grey
haired older gentlemen travelling around in a blue Police Box)…..he’d have
problems!
Liz, looking reasonable and regal at the same time despite still wearing
the bathrobe she’d been wearing when the interlopers……somehow knocked her
and the others out (she still refused to believe her last memories of elves
suddenly popping out of thin air). So, with that as a calming effect, Mary
and Carl tell about a British TV show that began in the sixties….and was
still going to this day in 1992!
”….though, as an aside, I don’t know how much longer that’ll be” Carl
sighs, “Colin Baker did quiet the number at losing a lot of fan support
for continuing it.”
”But surely Sylvester McCoy will turn it around!” Mary protests, having
dropped her professional demeanor awhile ago at this broaching of her favorite
show.
”I hope you’re right, but there still is that damn rumor of cancellation
from the BBC,” Carl says, and then coughs at getting sidetracked.
”Yeah, anyway that appears to be what……could be actually happening
here,” Mary says, with a trace of growing excitement at the possibility
of there actually being Time Lords and all that running around in real
life. She then stops and the excitement is tempered by the possibility
that Cybermen, Daleks, and the Master (wasn’t there that one strange man
who’s name translated in Greek to Master out at the VLA during one
of it’s upgrades….nahh!). But whatever the case, things looked a bit….more
dangerous all of the sudden!
Abbot and the others look like they’d already come to that conclusion.
”But what can you tell us about your dealings with these people?” Abbot
prodded, trying to get a feel of the situation.…a better picture to this
bizarre situation!
He was desperate for a clearer view! Thankfully, the hostility between
himself and Bishop seemed to have been subsumed by this crazy stuff, so
the Sneakers comply.
The Sneaker tell their story, and then wince internally knowing how
crazy it all sounds now! Abbot looks like he’d had trouble with a few parts
in believing, but……
It’s no less insane than what they just witnessed. David Copperfield
might have been able to do something like that trick…..given enough prep
time and resources. Not possible here, though. The building had been too
well covered for something like that!
”One of two possibilities could happening here,” Mother says quietly,
“One is that those people were just here before that…..rather unusual exit
intentionally made one of their own up to look like this Doctor….to
perhaps throw off serious pursuit. That would explain the mode of
dress….that at the time I just put down as a strange jab at the state of
affairs by those Brits from MI6. They could have been twitting us by playing
our….er…. unusual city and all. But in my humble opinion, that I've always
said that the greys and such were real.....is that this Doctor is
real enough....or at least has the capabilities of that Time Lord.”
Insane as this insane situation was, the others agreed with the second
possibility.
”I’ve worked with MI6 in the past,” Abbot murmured, thinking to himself.
“This just….isn’t their style at all. And frankly….we and they just don’t
have the blasted capability of just popping out of thin air like that Ripley
Eight character did with you. If we or they could……Lord help us all.”
Mother and look at Abbot, then decide to skip any questions about just
what work Abbot did with British intelligence. They didn’t need the pain!
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 Abbot
then makes a snap decision….
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