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Author's Note:
Hiya everyone! I just wanted to give a brief content warning for this chapter.
-Smut
- I will but another brief note prior to this scene , so you can read the rest of this chapter.

- Sincerely, Emily. Love you lots!
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"Dan Cooper has vanished. Maybe you should call the police.", The Doctor glares down Slade as she, Odessa, Yaz, Ryan and Alfi stand in front of his desk.

"There are no police here."

"The authorities, then."

"We are the authorities. Kerblam is its own jurisdiction. We have responsibility for all employee welfare.", Judy explains. She is standing to the side, clipboard in hand.

"Then you'd better be worthy of the jobs you're holding because a man is missing and I don't think he's the first, not if this is any indicator.", The Doctor slams the packing slip on Slade's desk.

"This came to me in a delivery."

"What do you think it means?"

"It's not exactly cryptic.", Odessa scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"Somebody was worried about their own safety, and now we're finding that other people are going missing.", Ryan explains.

"Who has access to the printing system for those packing slips?"

"Nobody. They're auto-generated during the order process. But they're placed in boxes by the workers in Fulfilment. Your section.", Slade's tone is accusatory.

"Have you tried working down there? There's no time to add stuff to slips. This was done somewhere else before it gets to Fulfilment."

"Oh. And what the hell is wrong with your delivery bots?"

"I'm sorry?", Judy laughs uncomfortably as Odessa, Ryan, Alfi and Yaz gape at the Doctor's language.

"Yeah. One of your bots almost killed my fiancé. I'd really rather actually be able to marry the woman I love, before she is killed."

Odessa looks at the ground, suddenly feeling embarrassed by the attention she is receiving from everyone in the room. The Doctor's finger is still firmly pointed at the two Kerblam employees as she harshly glares at them. Just struggles to answer her.

"I- I don't know! That should never- perhaps a glitch of some sort."

"What sort of glitch causes a bit designed to deliver packages to kill?"

The Doctor raises her brows and crosses her arms as she awaits an answer.

"Theta. Leave it. We can figure it out, later."

As much as she wishes to argue the severity of this issue, Odessa's pleading glance demolishes her resolve.

"Fine."

"Something is very wrong here at Kerblam. And if you two don't do something about it, I might start to suspect that you're responsible."