World War Three- Part 2
The Doctor dragged another body into a small cupboard across the room. He sighed and looked to Harriett. "What was his name?"
"Who?"
" This one. The secretary or whatever he was called."
Harriett shrugged. "I don't know. I talked to him. I brought him a cup of coffee. I never asked his name."
"Sorry. Right, what have we got? Any terminals, anything?"
Rose shook her head. "No. This place is antique. What I don't get is, when they killed the Prime Minister, why didn't they use him as a disguise?"
"He's too slim. They're big old beasts. They need to fit inside big humans... Historian you've had more experience with them. Is there anything else you know about them? Think. Really think."
She tried. She really tried, but after they crashed, she regenerated. Most of what she had learnt about them was buried deep, and would take a long time to access...
"But the Slitheen are about eight feet. How do they fit inside?" Rose asked.
The Historian rubbed her head and shrugged. "That's the device around their necks. Compression field. Literally shrinks them down a bit. That's why there's all that gas. It's a big exchange."
Rose sighed. "Wish I had a compression field. I could fit a size smaller."
Harriett stared at her with her mouth open. "Excuse me, people are dead! This is not the time for making jokes."
"Sorry. You get used to this stuff when you're friends with them."
"Well, that's a strange friendship.:
The Historian frowned and looked to Harriett. "Harriett Jones. I've heard that name before. Harriet Jones. You're not famous for anything, are you?"
"Oh, hardly."
"Harriett Jones, no I've heard it I'm sure, Doctor?"
He stared at her with the same expression. "Rings a bell. Harriet Jones?"
"Lifelong backbencher I'm afraid, and a fat lot of use I'm being now. The Protocols are redundant. They list the people who could help and they're all dead downstairs."
Rose frowned. "Hasn't it got, like, defence codes and things? Couldn't we just launch a nuclear bomb at them?"
"You're a very violent young woman."
" I'm serious. We could."
"Well, there's nothing like that in here. Nuclear strikes do need a release code, yes, but it's kept secret by the United Nations-"
Thr Historian stopped pacing the room and stared at her "say that again."
" What, about the codes?"
"Anything. All of it." She said.
" Well, the British Isles can't gain access to atomic weapons without a Special Resolution from the UN."
Rose rolled her eyes. "Like that's ever stopped them."
" Exactly, given our past record. And I voted against that, thank you very much. The codes have been taken out of the government's hands and given to the UN. Is it important?"
The Doctor nodded. " Everything's important."
" If we only knew what the Slitheen wanted. Listen to me. I'm saying Slitheen as if it's normal."
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The Historian
Fanfiction*SEQUEL NOW OUT* Thought to have perished in the Great Time War, The Historian now resides on Earth with her closest friend, Henry, whom she rescued from being hung for a crime that was actually committed by an alien in 1602. The Historian and The D...
